Flashback ( PDFDrive )

But she wasn’t going to complain.
She was just going to squeeze the most she possibly could out of
whatever training time they gave her.
Nothing could dampen her mood.
Not the dozens of horrible elixirs she had to choke down.
Or the slightly painful finger stretches Elwin showed her how to do.
Not even when she had to spend seventeen minutes and twentynine
seconds—yes, she counted—standing at the top of the stairs
outside her bedroom while Sandor, Tarina, and Flori performed the
most ridiculously exhaustive security sweep in the history of the
universe. They checked places no enemy could possibly be hiding, like
inside her desk drawers and behind her bookshelves and on top of her
bed’s fancy canopy. They also inspected every single one of the
thousands of flowers woven into her carpet for any trace of a footprint.
And when they finally finished, they lowered the shades over her walls
of windows and made her promise to stay away from the glass, which
felt both unnecessary and unsettling.
But none of it mattered.
She was home.
She could train.
Even better—she could shower.
As soon as Sandor gave her the all clear, she nearly sprinted to her
bathroom, wrestled her way out of her sling, and prepared to set a new
world record for longest, hottest, steamiest shower.
But before she stepped under the colorful streams of water, she
worked up the courage to study her reflection. There were no mirrors
in the Healing Center, so she hadn’t really seen herself since the
attack. And she’d been imagining . . . bad things. So her knees