SERAPHINA'S POV
I lost focus. Again.
I knew it the second my foot slipped on a basic pivot, and the training stick flew out of my hands, landing uselessly on the other side of the room.
In the training rooms around me, I could hear the others moving, grunting, and groaning, probably doing a whole lot better than I was.
Lucian had left me to train on my own today, promising to check in on me periodically. I was grateful for that because it was one thing to mess up while on my own but a whole other thing to do it in front of an audience.
This time, I couldn't even blame my distractedness on my injury. It was evident that my heart wasn't in training.
My heart wasn't in anything.
Not since...the kiss.
I could still feel it—sudden, heated, jarring.
That wild, chaotic moment played on a loop in my head. The look in Kieran's eyes as he grabbed me, the strength of his grip, the heat of his lips.
