I hated being trained by the quiet Simon. He barely talked and just kept instructing me when needed. I was trying my damnest to learn hand to hand combat. Seeing as my special ability was not an offensive one, much like my father’s, I would need all the training I could get my hands on if I ever wanted to fight off my family’s enemies.
Two weeks in, and I became rather good at it. So good I could keep up with Kyle when we sparred. Yeah, don’t get your hopes up. I was far from good enough to spar on even grounds with Jake. When I did, he overwhelmed me. He read my mind at each and every turn to block and dodge my attacks effortlessly without even losing his breath.
Stupid ability!
“Belle,” Kyle called from where he watched me train with Simon. I had just finished.
I went to him and
