Kael woke up with a deep pain throughout his body—especially in his hip, as if he had spent the night fighting a titan of pure chaos.
And, in a way… he had.
He let out a muffled groan, pressing his hand against his side, trying to gather the strength he had left after the "lesson" Elion had given him—one of those sessions so intense, so absurdly beyond human limits, that left him unsure whether to thank her… or curse her.
Breathing carefully, he turned his face to the side.
Elion slept there, peaceful, serene, almost angelic—which was such a colossal irony that Kael wanted to laugh.
Nothing about her was angelic.
She was nestled between the sheets, her hair spread out like living strands of light and shadow, her face resting on the back of her hand. Her calm breathing contrasted cruelly with the chaos she had caused him.
"She sleeps as if she hasn't sucked me dry with those sitting positions…" Kael tried to sit up. Slowly. Very slowly.
