Chapter 44

Sweat poured off me as my muscles ached in that delicious way that meant I would be too sore to move later. Etna held the mitts, her fire stoked to a pleasant warmth. I stepped forward, delivering a solid punch to the middle of one mitt, and the skin on my knuckles split open.

Finally. It had taken nearly an hour and a half this time. When I first started training with Etna as a way to beat depression, my knuckles split in five minutes. I had grown soft.

An imp scampered into the room. This was a new one. I thought I had been introduced to every imp in the compound.

His obsidian skin gleamed in the low light of the training room, ivory horns jutting from his brow proudly. His manhood dangled between his legs. Yep, must be new and hadn't been told the rule of clothes. All imps were now required to cover their nethers.

He jumped onto Etna, wrapping himself around her body possessively. She had told me once that she preferred imps because they didn't talk, and had a mean tongue game.