Nico
“Again.”
“I can’t,” Fiona whined as she lay on the ground panting. I went to her immediately to check on her, but it wasn’t a physical injury. She was on three padded exercise mats, and I knew they were probably hampering her ability to perform the moves perfectly, but I didn’t want her hurt, and she didn’t need to move perfectly. Not yet.
“I don’t have the strength.”
“This move isn’t about the strength, Fiona. That’s why it’s perfect for you. You’re using their size and momentum against them.”
Reaching down, I gently pulled her up again, and she dropped her gaze. We’d been training for two days, and she still couldn’t look me in the eye. It was the reason she couldn’t perform the move correctly—she was too afraid to watch me. Too afraid to touch me.
“It’s not the scars he gave
