Olivia’s POV
I was sparring with Bianca when the new recruits were brought in, their footsteps heavy as they marched onto the training grounds. Bianca landed a punch to my shoulder, and I grunted in response, more out of surprise than pain. I barely registered her next move because my eyes were drawn to the newcomers.
"Eyes forward, Olivia," Bianca warned, though her tone was more amused than stern.
I returned my attention to the sparring match, blocking her next attack and countering with a swift jab to her side. But even as we continued, my mind was elsewhere. Among the group of recruits, there was one figure who stood out—someone I could’ve sworn I recognized.
The rest of the session passed in a blur. My mind was too preoccupied, distracted by the woman who looked so familiar tha
