Chapter 27

• I never imagined I had muscles let alone ones capable of aching this much but I did. And after just a few hours of training with Fosco and Leandro, every single one screamed in protest. The oddest part? The power I’d been using hadn’t come from physical strength. It was something else. Something internal. My body was simply a vessel, channeling an unfamiliar energy that surged through me and took form in a punch or a kick. But that didn’t mean I was anywhere close to being a fighter.
• Still, Fosco had taught me a handful of moves basic ones, but enough to make me feel slightly less like dead weight in a world of predators.
• "Maybe I should be grateful you’re still terrible at this, My Lady," Leandro grunted as he climbed to his feet, brushing himself off after I’d thrown him over my shoulder.