Natalia
Eight o’clock in the morning came way too early. My muscles were still sore from yesterday’s impromptu spar, and the last thing I wanted to do was subject myself to more of Andrei’s criticism if he was still in a rotten mood. But a deal was a deal.
I arrived at the training grounds to find Andrei already there, setting up a series of obstacle courses. Damon was off to the side, his arms folded across his chest as he watched Andrei with narrowed eyes.
“Morning,” I called. “What’s all this?”
Andrei didn’t even look up. “Training equipment. Obviously.”
I bit my tongue and exchanged a what-the-f**k-was-that glance with Damon behind Andrei’s back. Damon just shrugged, just as baffled as I was.
“We’re starting with a warm-up,” Andrei said, straightening. “Three laps around the peri
