Chapter EightNathan had no idea why Octavia let him go, but he wasn’t about to argue. If all he suffered was a black eye and a scolding, he would take it. He scurried back to the hotel, keeping on the well-lit path, and rode the elevator to his floor. Victoria stood in his room holding an ice pack.
“You’ve been a bit naughty.” She snapped the pack out to him.
With a sheepish grin, he placed it on his eye. “I suppose so. But come on, I’ve hardly given you two ladies any trouble since we started training. Almost a year now.”
“And I suspect that’s a big reason you’re still alive.”
Nathan had no desire to argue. He needed to get some sleep — especially because he knew Octavia would make him pay during the morning’s training session. Yet Victoria appeared so sweet and bright and happy to be
