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because then I could go through life… and do what? Kill. Kill. And kill some more.
    That wasn’t what I really wanted, deep down inside. I was just realizing that now?
    Even slow on my feet, I was a bit faster than Elena. When we moved into take-downs and reversals, which consisted of getting thrown down and trying to get out of it, I was able to keep her pinned, but I was slowing down, growing weary.
    She broke my hold and tipped her hips, rolling me onto my back. Staring down at me, she frowned. “Are… are you feeling okay? You look really pale.”
    I really needed to Google how long the lingering effects of a cold lasted, because this was seriously getting annoying. All I wanted was a bed. Before I could respond to Elena’s question, Instructor Romvi appeared behind us. I bit back a groan.
    “If you’re able to talk, perhaps you are not training hard enough.” Romvi’s pale eyes were like glaciers. He loved to terrorize me in class; I’m sure he’d missed me. “Elena, off the mats.”
    She stood and slinked off, leaving me with the Instructor. Around us, students were sparring. I rolled to my feet and shifted my weight restlessly, preparing myself mentally for whatever he was going to throw at me. I turned away, placing my hands on my hips.
    His hand smacked down on my shoulder. “One should never turn their back in war.”
    Shrugging his grip off, I faced him. “I didn’t realize we were at war.”
    Something gleamed in his eyes. “We are always at war, especially in my class.” He looked down his hawkish nose at me, which was a common practice since he was a pure-blood who’d once been a Sentinel. “Speaking of which, it is nice of you to finally join us, Alexandria. I was beginning to believe you thought training was no longer necessary.”
    Several responses rolled to the tip of my tongue, but I knew better than to let them out.
    He looked disappointed. “I heard that you fought during the daimon siege.”
    Knowing fewer words usually ended with less of my butt being kicked, I nodded while I pictured a pegasus landing on his head and biting him in the neck.
    “You also fought the furies and survived. Only warriors could claim such a feat.”
    My gaze slid past him to where Olivia and Luke now stood watching me from the edge of the mats. How many times had we been in this position? But this was different, because Caleb used to be among them.
    “Alexandria?”
    I focused on him, mentally cringing. I should never take my eyes off Romvi when he was talking. “I did fight the furies.”
    Interest sparked in his eyes. “Show me what you did.”
    Caught off-guard, I took a step back. “What do you mean?”
    A small smile tugged up one side of his lips. “Show me how you fought the furies.”
    I dampened my lips nervously. I had no idea how I’d fought the furies and survived—only that everything had turned amber, like someone had splashed the tawny color over my eyes. “I don’t know. Everything was happening so fast.”
    “You don’t know.” He raised his hand and the sleeve of his tunic-style shirt slipped up his arm, revealing the downward-turned torch tattoo. “I find that hard to believe.”
    I experienced a momentary lapse of sanity. “What’s up with the tattoo?”
    His jaw clenched, and I expected him to attack. But he didn’t. “Jackson!”
    Loping onto the mats, Jackson came to stop and rested his hands on his narrow hips. “Sir?”
    Romvi’s eyes held mine. “I want you to spar.”
    I glanced at Jackson’s smiling face. What Romvi wanted me to do was show him how I’d fought the furies and survived, using Jackson to do so. It didn’t matter who I was fighting; I couldn’t show what I didn’t know.
    As Romvi headed off the mats, he stopped and whispered to Jackson. Whatever he was saying brought an easy grin to Jackson’s face right before he nodded.
    Wiping my hand over my clammy forehead, I slowed down my breathing and tried to ignore the fine tremors running