In her past life, Odessa was what humans called a pushover. She was weak, both in mind and body, and that made it easy for others to manipulate her.
All right, that's one local. Yes. Next week.
She never talked back. She never questioned anybody's actions towards her, and she always took the blame.
Anytime Emma did something wrong.
Come to think of it, she gaslighted her into taking the blame for her too.
Her hands instinctively reached out to touch the place where Emma injected the liquid that ended her life.
The skin there was smooth, not a scar in sight.
She huffed out a breath as she took a look at herself in the mirror.
She was supposed to start her combat training today, but Odessa feared whoever was going to train her would do serious damage to her fragile body.
She pinched
