We left the training room side by side, and I couldn't help but let a smug smile spread across my face.

“I think that last fall was particularly impressive,” I said, drying my face with the towel Enzo had thrown me. “You know, when I left you face up…”

"I let you win," Enzo interrupted gently, although the tension around his mouth suggested otherwise.

Of course I sighed.

She shrugged. "I felt sorry for you. You're new here, and I didn't want to hurt your fragile ego."

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "My ego is perfectly fine, thank you. Unlike yours, which seems to be bleeding all over this hallway..."

I stopped mid sentence.

We had entered an open corridor, wider than the others, with tall arched windows on one side that let in rays of morning light.

But it wasn't the architecture that caught my attention. It was the sound of fists crunching against flesh, the grunts of exertion, and the heavy breathing of men deep in combat.

My feet slowed down, until they came to a complete stop.

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