Thorne
I walked at the front of the group, my assigned Sentinel trailing me like a silent, unwanted shadow I refused to acknowledge. My mind was nowhere near the absurd grass-cutting punishment awaiting us, nor the lingering morning chill that still clung to the air. It was entirely consumed by her.
Nyx.
I had been thinking about her far too much lately. The weight of her gaze haunted me constantly... the way she now looked at me like I was already a stranger who had betrayed her trust. It carved a deep, unrelenting ache into my chest that I could no longer pretend didn't exist. No matter how hard I tried to bury it beneath duty and family expectations, the truth remained.
I still loved her.
