CARISSA’S POV
The sun is high in the sky as I train on the training grounds.. Sweat beads on my forehead as I take another deep breath. I feel my body flowing through the movements Theron taught me. My hands cut through the air, and I execute a spin, narrowly missing the dummy, but I make sure to correct my stance quickly. My legs are burning from the constant motion.
I try again. I face the dummy and deliver a roundhouse kick to it. this time, I don’t miss. The best part? My kick is clean. I can’t help but smile. I’m actually improving. The thought alone makes me happy.
“Not bad,” a voice says.
I freeze mid-punch. I turn to see Theron. His dark eyes study me intently. There’s a faint smile on his lips, though there’s something else behind those eyes. I can't quite place it, but it s
