Aurora stood in the dimly lit training room, her muscles tense as she wrapped her hands with precision. The rhythmic sound of leather tightening against her skin was the only noise in the otherwise silent space. Logan had insisted on setting up a private training facility within his mansion for her, a place where she could keep her skills sharp.
She had accepted the offer—not because she felt the need to train, but because staying idle made her restless. Even after Ashcroft had been dealt with, she couldn't shake the instinct to always be ready.
A sudden knock at the door interrupted her thoughts.
"Aurora?" Logan's deep voice carried through the room.
She exhaled, rolling her shoulders before turning to see him standing in the doorway. He was dressed casually in a fitted black T-shirt and gray sweatpants, his hair slightly tousled from what she assumed was another long day of meetings.
