CARISSA’S POV
He’s breathtaking.
His face is boyishly handsome, with an easy, confident smile that tilts at the corner of his lips. His dark hair is tousled in a way that makes it seem like he just rolled out of bed
“You’re fast” he says.
I scowl, yanking my staff free from his grip. “You shouldn’t sneak up on people in a training arena.”
“And you shouldn’t try to kill people you’ve just met,” he counters, tilting his head playfully. “Or maybe you just enjoy rough introductions?”
I press my lips together, narrowing my eyes at him. “Who are you really?”
He places a hand over his heart, feigning offense. “You wound me. You really don’t know?”
I cross my arms. “Should I?”
He laughs outright at that, shaking his head. “Damn. I thought my reputation was larger than life.” He extends h
