Good luck.
The words had been on the letter. However, they only deepened Zephyrion's frown. The letter had been sent by Ingrid, yet he couldn't think of anything that would warrant her sending something like this. Well, except…
'A warning.'
Zephyrion sat on the bed and sank into his thoughts. The past months had been brutal. He and the cadets had been put through several gruesome tests that pushed both their minds and bodies to their limits. Though Zephyrion had endured worse at the Order, far worse, he still had to admit it hadn't exactly been a cakewalk.
Still, during that time, his… relationship with Ingrid. a word he'd only recently begun to use, had changed somewhat.
