Chapter 32
The gym was in the basement of one of Adrian's warehouses, a space that looked like it had been carved out of concrete and reinforced with steel. Heavy bags hung from chains, weapons lined one wall, and padded mats covered most of the floor.
She arrived at four-fifty, determined not to be late. Nadia was already there, stretching in a way that looked painful.
"Good," the assassin said without looking up. "You're early. That's smart. Being late in our world gets you killed."
She set down her bag and started her own stretches. Her muscles still ached from yesterday's training with Adrian, but she wasn't about to complain.
"So," Nadia said, standing up and cracking her neck. "Adrian says you want to learn to fight. Why?"
"Because I'm tired of being helpless."
"Wrong answer."
