“Train me,” she breathed, trying to regulate her rapidly falling and rising chest. It was the first time she’d felt alive in nearly a year. It was the first time she had wanted to train in just as long. At the very least, it would give her a distraction from the monotony her days had become and get her back in shape for this assignment. “No,” the Captain said, sheathing his sword and holding out a hand to help her up. Gone was the teasing and amusement. His face was all harsh lines and hard eyes now.
