“Do you like living?” Logan finally asked me as Nadine slipped into the open doorway beside him. I rolled my eyes. “Obviously.” Logan shrugged. “Then this is going to be the hardest week of your life, because there will be running. There will be lifting weights. And there will be no potato chips. If you want to survive attacks from hunters and druids, you need to train.” Dammit. My twenty-one years of laziness were gone. Rest in peace.
