Nia’s Pov
As much as I didn’t like the idea of Clara teaching me, I knew I had to put my dislike aside for now. Pride wouldn’t keep me alive, knowing how to hold this knife just might. I took a quiet breath and said, “Can you show me again how to hold it? I think I forgot already.”
Clara’s eyes flicked to me, and for a moment, I thought she might laugh or make a snide remark. But she didn’t. Instead, she walked over and took my hand again, her movements firm and unyielding.
“Like this,” she said, guiding my fingers into place once more. “Grip it steady. Thumb tight but not stiff. You don’t want to drop it when you swing.” She adjusted my wrist with a small twist of her own. “There. Now, don’t overthink it.”
“Easy for you to say,” I muttered under my breath, and she shot me a look that
