Ella's POV
The wind was sharper tonight—crisp and edged with something I couldn't quite name.
I pulled my hood tighter, stepping out into the shadowed corridor and slipping through the exit door that led behind the Luna wing. I didn't light a torch. I didn't need one.
The moonlight was enough, faint and silver as it bled through the trees. It lit my path toward the old training pit, tucked into the lower ridge like a forgotten scar.
Christian had agreed to meet me there.
The pit hadn't been used in years, not since Remo took over and deemed it too exposed for real combat practice. Ironically, that was why I chose it.
The enchantments around it were old. Worn. But still active.
No magical eyes. No ears.
Just darkness and dust.
When I arrived, Christian was already leaning against t
