JESSICA'S POV
A fist pounds on my bedroom door, hard enough to make the wood shudder. I jolt awake, my heart slamming against my ribs.
"Up. Now." Dominic's voice is a rough command through the door. "Training starts in twenty. Meet me out front."
I squint at my clock. The glowing numbers read 5:47 AM. You have got to be f*****g kidding me.
"It's still dark out!" I yell, my voice thick with sleep.
"And it'll be light by the time we start. Move it, Jessica."
I hear his heavy footsteps retreat down the hall. Groaning, I throw the covers off. The cool morning air hits my skin, and I'm instantly pissed. Who does a training session at the crack of dawn? My body aches from last night's drama, and my cheek still feels tender.
Grumbling, I stumble to my closet. I pull on a pair of black legg
