The following week was a painful orchestra of sore muscles, lingering headaches, loads of sweat, and those horrible protein shake’s Tori insisted on making. If I had to taste another one of those disgusting shakes, I might very well explode. Tori had been right though; they were good for my body; no matter how much my taste buds revolted.

A week of strenuous training hadn’t turned me into a cold-blooded warrior, but I could at least somewhat defend myself. I would most like