Fabrizio’s POV
The rhythmic sound of Tabitha’s punches echoed in my mind as I made my way down the hallway. Watching her take those first steps in training stirred something deep within me—a potent mix of pride and protectiveness. She was determined, pushing through her pain and doubt, and I couldn’t help but admire her resilience.
But admiration wasn’t enough. The road ahead would be brutal. Tabitha had shown incredible strength, but this world demanded more than just determination. It required a certain ruthlessness, a willingness to do whatever it took to survive. And as much as I hated to admit it, I wasn’t sure how much of that world I wanted her to see.
Stepping into my office, I closed the door behind me and let out a heavy sigh. The weight of responsibility pressed down on my sh
