Fiona - POV
I stood up abruptly, fear tightening in my chest. Did Flint hear me talking to Monica? I was all too aware that shifters had superior hearing compared to humans. Why didn’t I think to ask Mora to watch my surroundings? If I had, she would have warned me that someone was approaching, and I could have avoided this altogether. Foolish, Fiona. Absolutely foolish.
Flint’s voice pulled me out of my spiral of panic. His tone was calm, yet probing. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his sharp eyes studying me closely.
Trying to appear unaffected, I replied carefully, “I was waiting for everyone to arrive at the training grounds. Mr. Clark informed me that most of the others were out on assignments, so I came here in the meantime.”
Flint’s gaze lingered on me for a moment longer,
