ADINNA’S POV
For once, I wake up with a plan to avoid Jace, Dean and drama. I’m done being the helpless one. If this school wants to keep pushing, I’ll push harder.
The training yard is cold that morning and there’s mist curling around the tall walls. The air smells like sweat and steel. I throw myself into every drill and strike, until my muscles burn and my lungs ache. Every punch feels like I’m driving it through every insult, every cruel laugh and every stupid power game that this place has thrown at me.
When the instructor calls for sparring partners, I don’t hesitate to step into the ring before anyone can volunteer me for another humiliation.
My first opponent lunges, but he’s too slow. I sidestep, twist, and use his momentum to flip him flat on his back. Gasps ripple through th
