Zayde’s POV
I unwrap the tape from my knuckles, the sting of the last round still buzzing in my hands.
My mind isn’t on training anymore, not after everything with Jason and Maya.
“I’m done for today.”
I mutter, tossing the tape into my bag.
Jack raises an eyebrow.
“Already? That’s not like you.”
I glance between him and Jason, who still looks like someone ripped his heart out.
“I’ve got other things to deal with. I am going to go see Arkan.”
Jason’s head jerks up.
“What?”
I nod my head.
"You know he has been asking."
Jack groans.
“That lunatic never quits, does he?”
I shrug into my hoodie.
“Nope. Which is why I want to go see what he wants.”
Jason frowns, stepping closer.
“I'm coming with you.”
“Yeah, same here."
Jack adds quickly.
“Strength in numbers. Plus,
