“You sure she’s Liam’s sister?” Ridoc asks. “Yep,” Imogen answers with a long sigh. “But she sure wasn’t fostered with fighters, and it shows.” Aaric puts her on her ass six times with little to no effort. Well, shit. This complicates some things. Like keeping her alive. An hour later, I make it through physics under Rhi’s watchful gaze, more than aware of the first-year’s blood drying on my skin and holding my head high when other cadets stare. It’s easier once the ringing in my ears lessens, but I’m still nauseated as hell after class.
