Harper
Vane didn't let go of my wrist until we were three corridors deep into a wing I'd never seen before.
Reinforced doors. Biometric scanners. Signs that said AUTHORIZED SENTINELS ONLY in letters big enough to read from space. He pressed his palm to a panel and the wall slid open like it had been waiting for him.
We stepped into a high-end Sentinel playground. Sprung floors. Full-spectrum lighting. Combat mannequins lining one wall. The ceiling had to be forty feet up.
I stopped in the doorway.
"Why are we here."
Vane walked to the center of the floor and turned. "Starting today, I'm training you. Every afternoon. Combat and conditioning."
My mouth opened before my brain finished booting.
"Hard pass." I crossed my arms. "I'm a Guide. We use our brains. You're the one with the cl
