Mira's POV
The border breach turned out to be smaller than the horn made it sound, a handful of scouts testing the northern fence line rather than a full assault, and by the time Rowan returned to the house near midnight, exhaustion had replaced most of the tension I'd been carrying since he'd sprinted off into the dark. He wouldn't tell me much beyond that. I decided, for once, not to push.
Training resumed two mornings later, as though nothing had happened, though everything about the way Rowan moved that morning suggested otherwise. He seemed distracted, sharper at the edges than usual, correcting my stance with more force than the lesson actually required.
"You're overcorrecting," I said. After the third time he adjusted my footing without asking.
"You're under-correcting."
"That'
