Sofia's povThe cold wind danced across the training field, but I barely felt it. My focus was on Alaric as he circled me, his eyes gleaming with challenge. He looked calm, as always, but I could feel the weight of his gaze, testing me, daring me to strike first.“Come on, Sofia,” he said, his voice steady and coaxing, “show me what you’ve got.”I adjusted my stance, feeling the energy buzzing under my skin. My training with Lyra and Braylon had been intense, but this—sparring with Alaric—was different. It wasn’t just about technique or strength. It was about trust. About proving to myself that I belonged here, by his side, in every way.I lunged, aiming low, hoping to catch him off guard. He moved like water, twisting away with a smirk that made my heart pound.“Too slow,” he teased.“Too cocky,” I shot back, spinning to deliver a kick.He caught my ankle with infuriating ease, twisting me off balance. I landed on my back with a dull thud, the air rushing out of my lungs.Before I co
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