The next five days were pure torture.
Every day was the same.
I woke up before sunrise.
Trained with Damon for two hours.
Forced myself to eat food I didn’t even want.
Trained again in the afternoon.
Then fell into bed, my whole body aching and my wounds reopening because I never gave them time to heal.
Then it all started again the next day.
Damon was extremely hard on me.
"Again."
"I can't—"
"AGAIN."
I pushed myself off the ground, my legs shaking badly. We had already been training for over an hour. Damon kept calling out attacks from imaginary enemies while I tried to defend myself.
“Left—”
I turned quickly, shadows bursting out.
“Too slow,” Damon said. “You’re dead.”
I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry.
Finally, Damon spoke again. “Water break.”
I dropped onto a benc
