Chapter 17: Not Doing So Well
That afternoon, Roshène found out what Hunter meant when he’d said he’d do his best to make a fighter out of her. In theory, the idea sounded possible, but Zelo had beaten the fight out of her years ago. Even before Zelo, she was sure she’d always been more of a run-from-danger rather than a run-toward-danger type of person. Her stomach knotted and her fingers twitched as she followed Hunter when he collected her.
“Did you sleep much?” he asked.
“Yes.” Not as much as if he hadn’t left the books, but she’d barely started A Short History of the Fae when her eyes drooped, too leaden to remain open, and she’d nodded off. “Thank you for the books. That was a kind gesture.”
“Kind? That word again. Mmm…well, your opinion may change in an hour.”
Hunter ran down a
