Emily's POV
Marcus had not come back in three days.
Rollins had not renegotiated. Five sessions a week were maintained, and yet he had wrung another condition the morning before that a second Ironclaw warrior was there all the time at the training sessions, standing at the entrance door as Liam stood. It told me that Marcus expected it as he had gone along with it.
The initial two sessions were straight forward. Breathing work. Flame control. The type of introductory exercises to which I was accustomed to deem the most difficult were those to which Marcus had initially referenced me, meekly and unobtrusively; how I had been keeping the flame at the temperature it could have stripped the palm of a fine wolf.
I hadn't noticed.
That was the thing, he said.
Today was not li
