Capítulo 119: A Pervert's Arrival

TERESA'S P.O.V.

Two days after Lucian—or was it Ares?—tried to mess with my head using their split-personality circus, I made a decision: forget figuring them out and focus on keeping my sanity intact. Instead, I poured every ounce of energy into the brutal training Adrian and Juliette were so graciously—and excruciatingly—putting Lucian and me through.

Adrian's training? Intense was an understatement. The sun blazed above us, drenching the clearing in gold, but I couldn't spare a second to admire it. My arms felt like dead weights, trembling from gripping the shotgun Juliette had shoved into my hands. The recoil had thrown me flat on my back more times than I'd ever admit. Meanwhile, Juliette, a picture of flawless posture and steely confidence, barked sharp commands, her tough-love approach leaving no room for excuses.

"Feet apart, Teresa! You can't take down anything if you're wobbling like a baby deer," she barked, her hands on her hips.