The evening breeze whipped around the balcony of the watchtower, sending strands of my hair flying across my face.
Diego stood beside me, his forearms resting lightly on the balustrade. The wind tugged at his dark dress shirt, outlining the muscle beneath. His posture was relaxed and his warmth hovered around like a blanket that kept the cold at bay.
Below us, the Bloodmoon territory stretched as far as the eye could see; Dense forests and sprawling training grounds where warriors sparred in disciplined synchronization.
"You know, it's kind of different from Silver Crest," I blurted softly, wrapping my arms tightly across my chest.
"Hmmm?" Diego switched his gaze to me with an eyebrow raised.
"The grounds, I mean," I clarified, nodding below. "It's engineered to look pristine. Every
