Elena’s POV
The thud of my fist against the straw-filled training dummy was a satisfying distraction. Ever since my encounter with the rogues last week, Amelia had been training me more frequently and with more intensity, ensuring that I not only knew how to defend myself, but also how to fight on the offense in case of an emergency.
“That’s it,” Amelia said, guiding me from the sidelines as I practiced my punches. “Just remember, your power comes from your back and shoulder, not your wrist.”
I nodded and continued my work, focusing on the twist of my shoulder. My back muscles felt like an appendage of their own these days—my muscular control was improving by the day.
But as I moved into another right hook, the sound of a nearby voice caught my attention.
“...They’re saying the child
