Chapitre 132: Ava: The Party (III)

"So, how are you liking the training?" he asks, sipping at his drink. The scent of beer makes me want to gag, but I try to ignore it. "Amara's tough, but she's the best."

I shrug, feeling a little more at ease now that we're on familiar ground. "It's hard," I admit, "but I'm learning a lot. Amara doesn't go easy on anyone. I appreciate that. It feels like I'm catching up faster that way."

Brendan nods, his expression sympathetic. "Yeah, she can be brutal. But you're right, it's worth it in the end. You'll be a total badass by the time she's done with you."

I can't help but smile at that, imagining myself as some kind of warrior princess. It seems ridiculous, given my current state, but it's a nice thought nonetheless.

"I don't know about that," I say, shaking my head. "But I'll settle for being able to defend myself, at least."