SASHA ROSARIO'S POINT OF VIEW
It was already my second day stuck in what they called "training" with those three absolute idiots.
I stood there, breath coming fast and shallow, facing off against Milk. He'd settled into a stance sharp and steady as a pro boxer, and a twist of fear coiled tight in my chest. We were out in the open space in front of the house, standing in the middle of some marked circle, while the other two fools hovered nearby—scribbling nonsense on sheets of paper, or so it looked, all while keeping their eyes glued to every move we made.
Dallius was inside, supposedly getting our lunch ready. My heart sank a little, and I couldn't explain why it bothered me so much that he wasn't out here watching me. Ugh, why wouldn't he come watch?
I saw Milk's eyebrow arch high as he caught me pouting. "What's with the face? You hoping Boss would stand around and watch you get beaten to a pulp?" he teased, voice thick with mockery.
