Chapter Eleven
Dylan was sore after his session, but not just physically. Something ached inside him. Something he couldn't yet work out. The whole ride he couldn't get the look on Maggie's face out of his mind.
They had had a great time in the span of walking from his house to the training grounds. When he'd called her his girlfriend, he'd initially tripped over the word. But it hadn't felt like a lie. It felt like a newly discovered truth.
Until he’d went and ruined it.
But he couldn't let her see him train. His leg was awkward and stiff as he mounted the horse. He couldn't cast it over the horse's back. He needed a hand. He used his own hand, refusing to allow Mark or the others to assist him.
Beyond that, his sessions were often brutal, mainly because he pushed himself. Dylan was
