GINGER
By the time my final training session with Sara rolled around, I’d—mostly— recovered from what I’d experienced during the previous one. Tyce clearly sensed something was off during the drive, because he kept trying to interlace his hand with mine, but I wouldn’t give.
“I’m sure you did amazing for your first torture, Gi,” Tyce tried. “You’d be surprised at how many grown ass men throw up and pass out.”
A phantom sound echoed in my mind. The screams. The knife cutting flesh. The smell of blood, thick and metallic, clinging to my nostrils.
My stomach turned.
Tyce reached for my hand, but I pulled away.
“You couldn’t have done any worse than me,” he added.
“You were ten!”
As soon as I said it, I regretted it. His face darkened, shadows flickering in his eyes.
“I’m sorry.” I wi
