Kyva faltered, uncertain of its meaning.
"The entire day?"
Now that her lessons no longer bound her to those endless volumes, was that what he intended? That she should devote all her hours to him in training today?
There was, however, one small complication.
Calhoun did not miss her hesitation. A faint crease formed between his brows, his expression sharpening with quiet displeasure.
"What occupies your thoughts so?" He asked. "Or are you searching for another excuse this time?"
"Actually…" Kyva lifted her gaze to meet his, steady despite her unease. "I gave my word to a friend.. that I would assist him in the market today. The Bloom Quarter didn't have the specific herbs they were looking for. Actually, they are facing a bit of crisis in their Quarters, so they want me to accompany them to—"
"Cancel it," he said, his command falling clean between them, brooking no argument.
Kyva had known, even before the words left her lips, that he would refuse.
