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dark side. But the feelings humming through our bond were no longer scared or upset. She was
almost content, though still a little nervous. "She's not in danger," I finally said. I hoped.
"Can you keep going?”
The hard, stoic warrior I'd met earlier was gone—just for a moment—and he actually looked
concerned. Truly concerned. Feeling his eyes on me like that made something flutter inside of
me—which was stupid, of course. I had no reason to get all goofy, just because the man was too
good-looking for his own good. After all, he was an antisocial god, according to Mason. One
who was supposedly going to leave me in all sorts of pain.
"Yeah. I'm fine.”
I went into the gym's dressing room and changed into the workout clothes someone had finally
thought to give me after a day of practicing in jeans and a T-shirt. Gross. Lissa hanging out
with Christian troubled me, but I shoved that thought away for later as my muscles informed
me they did not want to go through any more exercise today.
So I suggested to Dimitri that maybe he should let me off this time.
He laughed, and I was pretty sure it was at me and not with me.
"Why is that funny?”
"Oh," he said, his smile dropping. "You were serious.”
"Of course I was! Look, I've technically been awake for two days. Why do we have to start this
training now? Let me go to bed," I whined. "It's just one hour.”
He crossed his arms and looked down at me. His earlier concern was gone. He was all business
now. Tough love. "How do you feel right now? After the training you've done so far?”
"I hurt like hell.”
"You'll feel worse tomorrow.”
"So?”