Nadia
Vincent stopped me at breakfast the next morning, not with a demand but a suggestion.
“Given your recovery,” he said, “I think it would be a good idea to begin physical conditioning and combat training practice for you. It’s an essential component of life in the werewolf world, as I’m sure you’re aware. What do you think?”
The last words, added a bit hesitantly, still warmed me inside even more than my morning coffee. Vincent was asking my opinion, taking what I thought into account – making the effort to fulfil our promise to live as equals.
“I can’t say I like exercise,” I said, trying not to grimace at the thought. If anything, I hated the idea of it even more now that I’d been beaten up so many times as part of Fenris Hall’s sketchy excuse for ‘combat practice.’
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