Valentina
"Again."
I whirled around and landed another back kick on the punching bag.
"Again."
I repeated it, sweat dripping down and catching on my upper lip. I touched my tongue to it, tasting salt.
"Again."
"How many—more reps—do I have to do?" I said between panting breaths and kicking the back yet again. I'd lost count of how many times I'd done it.
"Until you get it right," Jen replied, circling me. "You're still leaning too far over. Adjust your center of gravity and try again."
I did as she asked and continued my workout. It had been three weeks since I first walked into the Blood Hunter Association headquarters, and I was definitely paying my dues. Jen, one of the only hunters who didn't have any kind of day job, had taken it upon herself to get me in shape. To her, that m
