Eros’s POV
The morning air shimmered with the remnants of their magic. The field where they had trained was still humming with the aftershock of their energy—raw, untamed, and electric. Coral stood before him, chest rising and falling with exertion, her skin glowing under the ethereal mist that clung to the ground. Stray wisps of her hair stuck to her damp forehead, and her lips parted slightly, catching her breath.
Eros let out a deep breath, rolling his shoulders as he flexed his fingers, feeling the thrum of power still coursing through him. He stepped forward, offering her his hand. “How do you feel?”
Coral placed her palm against his, allowing him to pull her up. Their touch sent a familiar jolt through them both—something more than just a reaction to training. She stretched her ar
