Even though Emma had expected something to happen between them, nothing did.
She had thought that perhaps, since they were posing as husband and wife, they would at least share the same bed—maybe even just for comfort.
But, as was Chiron's tradition, the moment they entered the room, he destroyed the bed with a single wave of his hand, reducing it to ash.
There was nowhere for either of them to sleep.
Emma's brows furrowed slightly in disappointment, but she did not complain.
After all, Chiron's word and ways were law in her heart.
Chiron sat cross-legged on the floor, immediately slipping into meditation.
Emma, seated not too far away, watched him in silence.
She couldn't help but admire him.
Every moment he had for rest, he used for growth instead.
At this point, she was confident in saying—
Chiron of yesterday could never defeat Chiron of today.
It was simply not possible.
