Killian's POV:
Standing from the balcony, my gaze swept across the training field below. The atmosphere was filled with the sound of fists against flesh, and the grunts of trainees pushing their limits.
I watched them like I always do — detached, while assessing their strengths, and noting their weaknesses.
But then, my eyes landed on her.
Alyssa.
She’s not the strongest, that much is clear. Her movements are slower than the others, each step causing her to wince in pain. Bruises still mar her skin, remnants of whatever hell the training put her through.
Yet, despite her injuries, she refuses to stop. She’s fighting to keep up, pushing herself harder than the others. Her defiance is clear in every movement.
I shouldn’t care. But I do.
Something tightens in my chest as I watch her
