I woke up knowing today would either make or break me.
No pressure.
Maria was already in my suite with breakfast and combat gear. Her hands were shaking as she laid everything out.
"Maria, I'm going to be fine."
"You're fighting Jake Stevens. Jake I've-never-lost-a-Fight Stevens." She shoved a protein bar at me. "Eat. You need your strength."
"I'm not fighting him with strength. I'm fighting him with strategy."
"Tell that to your ribs when he breaks them."
Super encouraging.
The combat clothes were dark gray, reinforced at all the joints. Professional. Deadly. I looked at myself in the mirror and barely recognized the woman staring back.
"You look like a Luna," Maria said softly.
"I look terrified."
"Same thing, apparently."
Christian appeared exactly
