Chapter 188.2 - Formation Training

"Did you enjoy sitting beside her?" she asked with a whisper, her tone carrying a sharp edge masked by a thin layer of teasing. 

Astron turned his head slightly, his sharp purple eyes meeting hers for just a split second before looking away again, unreadable as ever. He didn't answer immediately, but instead, his hand moved with calm precision, gently covering hers. With a quiet but firm motion, he pulled her hand away from his arm. 

Irina's fiery gaze flicked to his face, catching the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth. It wasn't much—barely noticeable to anyone else—but to her, it was as good as a confession. 

"Now that Irina is here," Astron said smoothly, his voice steady but carrying a subtle undertone that betrayed his unease, "let's start."