Colton threw an angry gaze at me over his shoulder but moved in her direction immediately.
I don’t need to explain my decision to him.
She needed to be trained for her own good.
And she proved me right by anticipating every move and every attack of Rock and Wick.
But Colton was right, too.
“William told me that she fought for more than twenty minutes and didn’t fall until you asked to stop. It showed that her mind is sharper, but her body?” He didn’t speak, but I got the meaning.
“Her body is still not ready,” Fenrir murmured from the deep pit of my mind but didn’t come forward.
“She….. she is under constant trauma, Colton. How can you treat that?” I asked him calmly, but my fists were still clenched tightly.
He slowly moved in my direction, knitting his brows tightly in confusion.
