Elijah POV
I destroyed a punching bag. They were supposed to be specially reinforced to withstand the strength of our kind, but I guessed this one was faulty.
Or I was just that pissed.
“Whoa, there, Rocky,” Jerome said. “You good? Want me to hang the backup?”
“No,” I said, using a towel to wipe the sweat from my face. “No, we need to get back in there.”
Jerome watched me stretching out my back and shoulders before I put my shirt back on. “You made some pretty big progress today,” he said, “there’d be no shame in putting the rest off until tomorrow. After what you learned…”
“I need to hear the rest,” I clenched my fist. I was pissed- I wanted to skin her alive after what I’d heard, but the worst part was hearing it from Rosalia’s lips. She had such a robotic look about herself- like
