TWENTY-EIGHT

Heather cracked her knuckles noisily, glaring at me as she did. I moved one step back when she started stalking towards me, and then she broke into a run, throwing her fists into my face as soon as she was close enough. Her fists landed on my left eye and I staggered back, clutching my hurting eye as darkness temporarily clouded my vision.

Was this a set up? Did Draven bring his mistress here to beat me up because he couldn’t do so himself? There were other female warriors that could train me but he chose Heather to do so, and her harsh glare didn’t look like someone who had the intentions of training me. It looked like she wanted to kill me.

I staggered as I tried to regain my balance “I wasn’t ready,”

“That’s no excuse, you have to be ready every time,” she hissed. I was going to respond, but she lounged at me again, kicking me in my stomach and before I could recover, her fists collided with my jaw, sending me flying in the air. My back hit the floor and I groaned rolling over on m