Ash's POV
Watching Lyra step onto the training field made my jaw tighten automatically. That black athletic outfit clung to every inch of her body like it was painted on. I knew she had a whole wardrobe of workout gear back in her room.
This was intentional.
"This was all I had that was clean," she declared, her voice sharp with defiance. "And it's freezing out here, so don't comment."
Bullshit. I'd seen the rainbow of training clothes hanging in her closet. She'd picked this specific outfit, and somewhere deep down, I had a pretty good idea why.
"Can we speed this up?" she added, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm freezing my ass off."
I started unpacking my gym bag, forcing my face to stay blank while chaos erupted in my chest. "We can rush," I said steadily, "but sloppy training won't give you what you're after."
"I already trained some today," Lyra said quickly, her eyes darting away from mine.
