The Training

Scott woke Ciara before the sun came up. She even felt as if she had just fallen asleep ten minutes ago.

She moaned and stretched, then yawned as she rubbed her eyes. “What do you want?” she asked him, half asleep.

His eyebrow shot up. “The training. Remember?”

The room was lit only by the dim light from the window, so she couldn’t see his expression. But he seemed to smile.

“Come on. I’ll wait for you outside. Five minutes.”

“Kay,” she replied in a lazy tone.

Since living with Scott, Ciara had slept peacefully, even though she had had nightmares several times, but she could sleep soundly on a soft mattress. She even felt safe here, even though the members of Silvercrest didn’t like her.

Five minutes later, she came out of the room. She was wearing sweatpants and a white tight T-shirt.

“Where are we going to practice?” she asked Scott, who was waiting for her by the door, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed.

He looked sleepy as he blinked. The dark circles under his eyes wer