[Meredith].
"Our private training ground," Draven replied. "The one I told you about a few days ago. It's ready."
"Really?" The joy in my heart knew no bounds. I had already forgotten that he made mention of the project to me just before we left to visit my grandmother.
Though I had been stunned by his intentionality and thoughtfulness toward me, I was low-key anticipating the private space. And now, it was ready.
Draven nodded once. "Do you want to see it?"
Immediately, I slapped his arm lightly with joy in my heart. "Do you even need to ask?"
"Come." He took my hand.
We walked farther away from the estate, deeper into land that felt untouched, guarded by distance and intention.
The trees grew thicker, the paths narrower. Even the air felt cleaner and quieter, as though the world itself was holding its breath.
"This far?" I asked softly.
Draven nodded. "Far enough that no one hears or sees you fall or rise."
