KIERAN'S POV
I was supposed to be watching Celeste train.
I'd agreed to accompany her to her training session at OTS that morning when she'd asked. Her gaze held that familiar plea, the one that said, 'Prove you still care.'
That, and her appalling statistics that Lucian had shown me, were the reason I was once again at OTS headquarters.
The plan was to keep a respectful distance, show support, maybe give her some pointers if she asked.
But it was one thing to see the numbers; it was another to have a firsthand experience of just how far behind Celeste was in her training.
We hadn't even made it halfway through warm-ups before I realized she wasn't focused. Her eyes weren't on the course. They were on me.
Her footwork lagged, her form slipped, and her trainer winced more than once when Celeste nearly missed her mark.