The bright, golden light of a fully cleared morning flooded through the high stone windows of our bedroom. I blinked against the glare, a slow, deep stretch rippling through my muscles. For the first time in days, the heavy, leaden ache in my limbs was completely gone. My core felt light, humming with a steady, fully replenished current of magic.
I rolled over on the mattress, a soft smile immediately tugging at my lips as I looked at the man sleeping beside me.
Demetrius was out cold, lying flat on his stomach with one massive arm thrown across my side of the bed, his dark hair a messy tangle against the furs. We had trained well into the early hours of the morning, repeating the grueling, intoxicating drill over and over. By the end, I was getting undeniably better. My iron wall could
