The Seductive Spar

*Lyra*

The memory of Declan's suffocating grip from my birthday lingered like a shadow, a heavy pressure tight around my ribs. But the sharp, stinging slap of a leather sparring mitt against my shoulder snapped me back to the present.

"Lyra, you're not focused," Rowan barked, his voice echoing off the high walls of the Ember Pack training gym. "If I were a rogue, you’d be dead on the floor right