TENNA.
The alarm screamed at five forty-five.
I considered smashing it. Considered staying in bed. Considered faking my own death to avoid another day of Seraphine’s perfectly manicured psychological warfare disguised as helpful training.
Elliot’s hand found my shoulder in the dark. “You don’t have to go.”
“Yes I do.”
“She’s trying to break you.”
“I know.” I rolled out of bed before I could change my mind. “That’s why I have to show up.”
Seraphine stood in the center of the training room wearing workout gear. Every blonde hair sat perfectly in place.
I’d barely managed to brush my teeth.
Kara slumped against the far wall looking murderous. We locked eyes. She looked as thrilled about this as I felt.
“Wonderful, you’re here!” Seraphine clasped her hands together. “We’re working on
