Estella’s POV
A few days after I’d agreed to teach Bree, I sought Dane again. Getting her clean from the potion was harder than expected, and any attempt at quick transformation while she was sweating, in pain, and snapping at everything ended in failure. So I let her rest and asked him to meet me.
He was already there when I arrived, leaning against a tree. His eyes snapped open the moment my foot touched the clearing.
“You look tired,” he said in a way of greeting.
“I’m not,” I lied. “I want to learn more.”
He studied me like he was considering sending me back to bed.
“Very well,” he said finally, rolling up his sleeves. “Today’s lesson is about masking your aura so your enemy won’t sense you coming from a mile away.” His mouth curved faintly. “And we still need to work on stealth
