Chapter EightJanuary came and went with no sign of Vincent. I was learning to defend myself, to block attacks, to break holds, to punch or kick in the right places to cause maximum damage: acute pain, bone-breaking, internal hemorrhaging, death. I improved defense on my left side, which Diggy pointed was my weak spot, and learned to punch with the left as good as the right.
I listened to every word he said, taking his clipped and rare advice to heart, wanting nothing more than to step up my next level of training, the one where I'd explore my preternatural abilities. This time my mentor would be Natalia, the witch who had known my father. I had yet to meet her, but it wasn't the possibility of another instant enemy that made my heart beat faster at the approaching day. No, it was the alie
