Eva’s training session ended late that night, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up with her. She wiped the sweat from her brow, her heart still racing from the intensity of her sparring. She had been trying to push herself harder, to stay sharp in the face of everything that was coming. But even with all the focus she could muster, something kept tugging at her thoughts—something she couldn’t shake.
Max had been distant lately, his presence a constant reminder of the tension between them. But there was something else—something darker. And Eva had been feeling it. That sense that something was off, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.
She stopped for a moment, staring at the ground, trying to steady her breath. It was then that she felt it, her eyes narrowing in on Valen, who had been standing off to the side, watching her closely.
His eyes shifted then, just for a split second—his pupils dilated, his irises turning an unnatural shade of red, and his fangs flashed out from his mouth. Eva’s breath caught in her throat as the familiar pang of unease bloomed inside her chest.
“Valen…” she whispered, her voice trembling despite herself.
He immediately blinked, the moment passing as quickly as it had come. His gaze softened, and the dangerous edge seemed to disappear, replaced by a familiar warmth. But Eva knew what she had seen.
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