Triton's POV
The sealed letter lay among my clothes, wedged between my armour and training gear. It had been sitting there for over a week. The messenger who brought it said it was from Maria.
I pushed it further out of sight. I didn't want anything to make me think of her. I didn't want whatever excuse, apology or demand that she wrote in the letter.
I always remembered how I searched for her, carrying only the memory of her scent. All that searching and hours I made my men look for her, and she rejected me, leaving my efforts in the mud.
Was the letter to explain why she tricked me into the rejection? Or to smooth over what she had done?
I took a deep breath and shut thoughts of her out of my mind. I picked up my leather straps and blade and strapped them on, then headed to the training center.
