Of Night and Blood: Special Edition (The Coveted Book 1) by Brea Lamb

Author:Brea Lamb [Lamb, Brea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Independent
Published: 2024-05-29T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Nine

“You sure do love to piss him off,” Henry said, amusement heavy in his voice.

I looked over to him and saw that he was, in fact, smiling ear to ear. I rolled my eyes, not responding as we marched forward, The Elemental practically steaming from his ears behind us, an incredibly stressed Ranbir beside him. I was still bloody, but the kind Healer had patched me up well. Enough so that I was itching to train. If this incident taught me anything, it was that I needed to learn to fight.

We continued in sweet silence for all of ten seconds before the demon spoke once more. “So do you want to talk about it?”

Yes. No. Both. I had no idea which was the correct answer, but staying quiet felt like a safe option.

Henry allowed me that space to sort through my head, a place I did not want to be, let alone subject another to. Truthfully, I was being generous by not discussing my feelings. I doubted Henry would enjoy the dark turn they had taken.

When we reached the double doors that led outside, I let out a sigh of relief. The grass was dewy under the morning light, a sign of the quickly approaching winter. A chill blasted through the air, and those holes in my top did little to combat the cold. Apparently, I lost Bellamy’s cloak while I had my ass handed to me.

I ignored the discomfort, eager to learn all that I could from Henry.

At the center of the grassy lawn in front of Bellamy’s manor, Henry stopped, pivoting to face me.

“Are you sure you can do this after, you know, all of that?” he asked.

There was a sincerity in his voice that made me miss the humor and snarky attitude he normally possessed. Rather than give that very attitude back to him and risk being left without a trainer, I simply nodded.

The demon eyed me for a while longer, judging for himself if I was fit to learn. Whatever he saw must have placated him, because he returned the nod and began going through what he called the “fundamentals of combat.”

“Being smaller than your attacker does not mean you cannot beat them.”

“Arm strength means nothing if you have no core strength.”

“Your technique, such as stance and balance, will make or break you.”

On and on he explained to me what it took to become a warrior.

“This is not something you will learn in one day, but it is something that you can hone as you practice. Dedication is imperative to the process, to keeping yourself alive in the face of danger.” I nodded again, this time in understanding. I could do it.

Then we began.

Hours later I had decided I could not, in fact, do it.

Every part of my body ached from the exercises, slicing through me and shredding my already flimsy muscles. I had dry-heaved multiple times, each occurrence ending with Henry disappearing in a ray of light, just to return with water or food.

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