“Maybe she was just curious,” he shrugged. “I’ve watched you from the window before too.”
My jaw dropped. “You have?”
“Yep.”
“Okay. Well, that’s absolutely creepy. You and Michelle. Creepers. Both of you.”
He laughed, unbothered. “Guilty as charged.”
I stepped toward the door, pulling it open for him. “Go back to your king stuff. I’m going to read and ice my pride.”
He turned at the threshold, eyes lingering on me for a beat longer than necessary. “Call if you need me.”
“I won’t.”
But part of me hoped he’d stay anyway.
When the door clicked shut behind him, I crossed to the window and let the curtain fall back into place. The training yard below was empty now, swept clean of footprints and blood.
But I could still feel it—that moment.
Michelle. Watching me.
It hadn’t been curio
