Emma's POV
Today felt different. Special, even. Why? Because Leo, after what felt like an eternity of silent treatment, had finally agreed to train me again.
After weeks of him being mad—scratch that, furious—over that stupid incident where I almost got myself killed, I thought he’d never come around.
I mean, sure, it was my fault, but does he have to be so dramatic about it? I asked Andrea and Cynthia what that man, or whatever it was, could have been, but neither of them had a clue. I can still feel his eyes on me sometimes, like a bad dream I can’t shake.
It’s like a scar etched into my mind—a reminder of my stubbornness and recklessness. I’d promised myself I’d never do something that foolish again, but that didn’t make the guilt go away.
I hate to admit it, but I should have
