The reflection in the mirror showed an image I barely recognized. My brow furrowed as I adjusted the straps of the new suit Caleb had given me a few days ago. It was a gift from Ronan, a garment as lethal as it was beautiful. The black leather clung to my body like a second skin, designed to protect me and, at the same time, accentuate every curve. The straps on my thighs held the daggers that were now an extension of myself. The material, soft yet durable, seemed to have been made for a warrior. But was that really what I was?
With a heavy sigh, I began braiding my long hair, letting the braid fall down my back. A few loose strands framed my face, reminding me of the girl I had been before all this. It had been just one month. And I wasn't the scared and confused girl who had arrived at the castle. Now, I was something more. Something stronger. Or at least that's what I wanted to believe.
