(Selene's POV)
The morning light filtered through the heavy curtains, gilding my chamber in a dull golden hue. My body still felt sore not from exhaustion but from last night. Kael had drilled so hard into me. My body had stretched in ways i never thought it could.
The sheets smelled faintly of Kael, steel, pine, and the faintest trace of warmth that lingered even after he'd risen from the bed.
"Kael…" I whispered, still breathless from what had happened. His warmth had branded itself into my skin, and though the air had cooled, my heart refused to calm.
Kael in shock quickly got up and stood at the edge of my bed, straightening his tunic, his back turned toward me as if distance could erase what had transpired. His movements were precise, controlled, the way a soldier's should be, but there was hesitation in them, too.
"You're really sweet," I said with a small, tired smile, trying to lighten the tension pressing between us.
