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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?”

deep breath, steeling myself for another day

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

and Lisa and I groan in unison. We don’t have to check. Of

with exasperation. “Don’t you have anything better to

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

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

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, but also I hate him

for us,

scowl. “You’re late.”

aring at him “We’ll make it un

in

bring donuts tomorrow? All you can eat, if we

want to play games? Fine. Run

back a groan, shooting Lisa a glare. She shrugs, unrepentant, and takes off at a jog. I follow, my legs protesting with every step.

now. Early mornings, aching muscles, and a trainer

I need this. Need to be stronger, faster,

For myself. For whatever comes next.

keep running, pushing through the pain. One foot in front of the other. One mile.

I’ve learned about in recent days) scorches my muscles, a deep, throbbing ache that pulses with each labored breath. I’m convinced

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cuts through the haze of

argument.

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shake my head, wincing as the movement sends a fresh wave of agony through my body. “Sorry, Jericho. My

sneer. “Well, aren’t you two being real fucking cute

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

options,” he growls, his eyes narrowing to icy

choose.”

chest. Neither option appeals,

alternative–incurring

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far worse. He likes

as I force the words past my

her expression grim. “Practice,” she echoes, her voice

is a razor’s edge, sharp and unforgiving.