You walk to the large training field, anger boiling through your veins. Training. You had to train with Rowan. Rowan is standing and staring at you with a disapproving look. The wind was ruffling your hair, and Rowan stood there with predatory, natural ease.

"Oh, get that smug look off your face," you snap at him.

"Every time you talk back, I'll be rougher with you in training. so watch it." He warned. "Pull out your blade and get into your fighting stance."