Willow.
The training field was empty but it’s not the peaceful kind of empty but the hollow amd haunted kind that let silence stretch too wide and too loud swallowing every sound except the harsh echo of my breath.
My limbs were trembling from exhaustion and my muscles aching with every tiny movement and my lungs still felt like they were raw from the brutal pace Damon had set in our last round.
Sweat clung to every inch of my skin soaking my clothes and plastering my shirt to my chest in a way that made the lie of my disguise feel too thin, too tight like it was choking me. My legs had started to shake from standing too long but I didn’t sit. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me give up.
Damon hadn’t left but stood at the edge of the field wlike a silent silhouette wi
