Killian's POV
I had zero clue why the Headmaster hauled me out of bed before sunrise that morning. What made it even more bizarre was our destination—the indoor training facility rather than the outdoor grounds where I usually preferred to train.
My gut twisted with anxiety as I shoved open the heavy gym doors. Was Thornevale about to discipline me for something? Or maybe reward me? I couldn't figure out what I'd done to earn either.
The second those doors flew open and I spotted that familiar waterfall of crimson hair sprawled across the center training mats, the pieces fell into place.
Fucking hell, Lyra Cooper.
