Ayla’s POV
The following week brought changes to the school that I didn't expect. The biggest one walked through the training facility doors on Monday morning with a confidence that bordered on arrogance.
His name was Kieran, and he was the new combat instructor. Tall, broad shouldered, with dark hair and sharp green eyes that seemed to assess everything they landed on. Including me.
"You must be Ayla," he said during our first class, walking over to where I stood with the other students. His smile was too friendly, too familiar. "I've heard a lot about you."
I nodded, not bothering to type a response. Something about him put me on edge, though I couldn't pinpoint exactly what.
"I was told you're one of the best students," Kieran continued, circling me slowly. "I'm looking forward to
