(Josephine POV)
“Again.”
I remained flat on my back and stared at the morning sky, wondering whether murder was still illegal if the victim happened to be your trainer.
Probably.
“Josephine.”
“I heard you.”
“Then get up.”
“I am considering my options.”
A shadow appeared above me, blocking the sunlight, and Cyrus looked down at me with the same irritatingly calm expression he had worn for the last forty minutes.
“What options?”
“Running away. Faking my death. Changing my identity.”
Logan snorted from somewhere behind him.
Cyrus ignored him and extended his hand towards me. “Or you could get up.”
I stared at his hand for a second before grabbing it.
He pulled me upright so easily that my feet almost left the ground, and I immediately released him before brushing dirt from my c
