Callie’s POV
The fresh mountain air should have been reviving, but as I stood in the center of the sprawling green training grounds behind the West Wing, it just felt cold enough to make my lungs ache.
Adjusting the reinforced straps on the weighted training gloves Britta had dug out of the armory for me, I tried to ignore the fact that my sleek, black tactical leggings and fitted athletic jacket offered very little comfort against the raw reality of what was about to happen.
I was standing on a literal battlefield, facing down two immortal Nexuses who were determined to teach me how to fight.
“Stop thinking so hard, little spark,” Ace drawled, walking backward in front of me with an unnerving amount of grace. “You’re going to give yourself a migraine before we even start, and I person
