Marcel's POV
Christina was failing. Badly. I watched her struggle to catch her breath, bent over slightly with her hands on her knees. She was getting angry and frustrated.
I suspected part of the reason was that I kept breaking through her defenses with little effort. I could go easy on her, but then what was the point of the training session if I wasn't assessing her?
I felt selfish calling her here to train with me instead of my mother. I covered it up with the reason that my mother could not give her the level of training that I could, but I knew the full truth was I wanted to prove to her that she couldn't hide from me for long.
I knew she had been avoiding me since the execution. I wanted her to know I could bring her out of her hiding place whenever I felt like doing so.
Now, h
