ELRETH
The blow wasn't hard enough to break bones, but she was taken so off-guard, it threw her off her feet without warning and she forgot to roll, hitting the hard-packed dirt with a thud that rattled her teeth and shoved all the air out of her lungs.
Shit.
She couldn't breathe.
She'd been winded in training before, many times, and she hated it. Her body panicked, unable to suck in air. Her father had talked her through the process more times than she could count. Just stay down, relax as much as you can. Then breathe—when your body will let you.
But the reason she'd been distracted was because the wind had brought the scent of her favorite male that made her heart sing. And when she turned, the same moment she'd felt the blow, the most beautiful voice in the world had shouted at her.
Aaryn was here. What was Aaryn doing here?
