For the first time in weeks, I felt in control of my own destiny. Standing in the heart of Dante’s exclusive training space, soaked in sweat and marked by the demanding combat exercises, I sensed a change within myself. The frightened girl who had once flinched at the sight of blood, traded among men like an object, was no more. What took her place was someone tougher, more focused, and driven by a thirst for revenge.
Dante prowled around me like a predator, his eyes fixed on mine with an intensity that thickened the atmosphere. He remained silent, not a word spoken. Yet his silence communicated everything. He was witnessing my evolution into something formidable, a realization that both intrigued and unsettled him.
“Once more,” he instructed, his voice deep and commanding.
I tightened
