Kylian’s POV
The next day, I left the palace before sunrise.
I couldn’t stay there. Not with her under the same roof. Not after last night — after I stayed longer than I should have, after I asked her those stupid questions about her favorite color and food. What the hell was wrong with me?
I rode hard through the forest with a group of warriors, pushing them through intense training drills near the southern border. We sparred for hours. I fought harder than anyone, taking on three warriors at once, my wolf close to the surface. Sweat poured down my back. My muscles burned. But no matter how hard I pushed my body, my mind kept drifting back to her.
She is the enemy.
I repeated it like a chant in my head as I swung my sword.
Silverton. Daughter of the man who ordered my brother’s deat
