Chapter 26
Draven’s POV
The evening air was cold, sharp enough to make my breath visible as I leaned against the tree in the training grounds. Zeraphine had walked away a few minutes ago, dragging her feet like her legs weighed a ton. She didn’t complain, though. Not once. Even when I pushed her harder than I probably should have.
“She’s stubborn,” I muttered to myself, kicking at the dirt beneath my boots.
That stubbornness was what made her different. She didn’t just take orders and move on. She pushed back, tested limits, made you question your own plans.
And yet, there was something else about her. Something I couldn’t quite figure out.
“She’s not your problem,” I reminded myself, though the words felt hollow.
The truth was, she was my problem. Whether I liked it or not, Zeraphi
