Leon’s POV
Steam drifted around me as I stepped out of the bath, a towel hanging low around my waist. Water slid down my skin and hit the floor, the room quiet except for my own breathing. I ran my hand through my hair, pushing it back, then stopped in front of the mirror.
But I didn’t see my reflection first.
I saw her.
Isabella.
The way she had turned so fast on the training field. The way her hand snapped up and grabbed that arrow like it was nothing. Not even a drop of juice spilled from her tray. No fear. No shock. She just froze for a second, confused at herself, then lowered the arrow like it was an everyday thing.
My jaw clenched.
That girl…
Who was she?
She acted like a quiet worker.
She bowed.
She obeyed.
She kept her eyes down.
But every now and then… something shar
