Chapter Twenty
Bryce's laugh fills me with joy as the two of us walk through the den, his arm over my shoulders. We're sweaty and sore from our sparring, but it's been worth it. I'm not sure when I last had that much fun. I certainly never have in a training situation before. But given how good it feels to use my old skills, I may try to convince Bryce to let it be a regular thing.
"All right, so what's next?" I ask him once he's finished laughing at his own joke. Something about swimming cats. I'm not sure I get it myself, but his amusement is hard to ignore and more than a little infectious.
"Next is a shower. You desperately need one." He pinches his nose together. "Pewwwweeee."
A snort of laughter escapes me. "You don't exactly smell like a bunch of roses either," I quip.
"It'd be
