Tangled

Chapter 99

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A plastic thud startles me awake. I crack open an eye to see Lisa’s alarm clock skitter across the floor, her arm still extended from the throw. O

“I can’t do this anymore,” she moans into her pillow. “Everything hurts. I think my eyelashes are sore.”

I laugh, but it turns into a groan as I slide out of bed, my muscles screaming in protest. Four days of Jericho’s training from hell, and my body still hasn’t adjusted. I’m not sure it ever will.

“Do you think the bodyguards would murder Jericho if we asked nicely?” Lisa’s voice is muffled, her face still buried in her pillow.

“Stop dreaming.” I limp to the bathroom, each step an agony. “And get ready. You know he’ll just make it worse if we’re late.”

Lisa’s groan follows me as I shut the door, a smile tugging at my lips despite the pain. As much as I hate the early mornings and the constant ache in my muscles, there’s a part of me that relishes the challenge. Each day I push myself further, each day I

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grow stronger.

Selene would be proud.

The thought sobers me as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Four days, and still no sign of her. I’m starting to wonder if she’ll ever come back. If I’ll ever be whole again.

I splash water on my face, the cold shock chasing away the melancholy thoughts. I can’t afford to dwell on what I’ve lost. Not when I have so much to gain.

By the time I emerge from the bathroom, Lisa is up and dressed, her hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. She shoots me a baleful look as she tugs on her

sneakers.

“I hate you for being a morning person.”

“I’m not a morning person,” I protest, grabbing my water bottle. “I’m just better at pretending than you

are.”

Lisa snorts, but there’s a glimmer of amusement in her eyes. “Fake it till you make it, right?”

that.” I take a deep breath, steeling myself for another day of

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wincing as she stretches out her legs. “But let’s do this

reverberates through the apartment, and Lisa and I groan in unison. We don’t have to check. Of course it’s Kellan. Here to pick us up, just like every godforsaken

open the door, eyeing Kellan with exasperation.

“There’s nothing in my life more important than you.”

raise a brow at Lisa as a blush creeps up her cheeks. Well, well. What do we have here? But before I can needle her about it, she shoves past Kellan, leaving

the training grounds is mercifully short, but not short enough to avoid the dread pooling in my stomach. Jericho. Another day of his disapproval and disdain. I’m really starting to like him,

us,

“You’re

aring at

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bring donuts tomorrow? All you can eat, if we can just

games? Fine. Run another mile. Both of you.

Lisa a glare. She shrugs, unrepentant, and takes off at a

and a trainer who seems

I need this. Need to be stronger, faster,

For myself. For whatever comes

the pain. One foot in front of the other. One

day -my legs burn. Lactic acid (something I’ve learned about in recent days) scorches my muscles, a deep, throbbing ache that pulses with each labored breath. I’m

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face flushed crimson

the haze

argument.

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of agony through my body. “Sorry, Jericho. My legs

curls, his scarred face twisting into a sneer. “Well,

I exchange a glance, a silent acknowledgment that we’ve pushed our luck too far. Jericho’s

options,” he growls, his eyes narrowing to icy slits. “Practice or spar. You’ve got

choose.”

chest. Neither option appeals, not with

the alternative–incurring Jericho’s

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likes coming up with

as I force the words past my

“Practice,” she echoes, her voice a

edge, sharp

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