Mira
We’d been training for hours by the time we finished. I ate dinner faster than I’d ever dared to under my father’s watch. It was unladylike, scarfing down a meal like that.
But the training had made me so hungry, I couldn’t force myself to care. My stomach ached nearly as badly as my muscles by the time we came into the dining room.
The room was silent as we dined. Several of Valen’s betas joined us at the table, and only the sounds of crewing and utensils scraping against plates broke the quiet.
I finished before anyone else. I didn’t hesitate to wander – half-crawling up the stairs as my legs shook under me – back up to my room.
When I entered the room, I collapsed onto my bed with a groan. I didn’t even take off my boots or my sweaty clothes.
I wasn’t sure
