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CHAPTER 69 - Rebuilding Ruins

Author: Lila Williams
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-03 18:36:33

Training started at dawn.

Vera's methods were brutal. Unforgiving. Designed to break us before rebuilding.

"You fight like amateurs," she said on day three. Watching Damien and me spar. "Reactive. Defensive. Survivors. I need you to be hunters."

She demonstrated. Moved like liquid death. Seventy years old but faster than both of us. Struck pressure points. Dropped Damien in two seconds. Me in three.

"Again. This time—attack to kill. Not to defend. Kill."

We trained eight hours daily. Hand-to-hand combat. Weapons. Strategy. Psychological warfare. Everything Marcus had known. Everything Vera had perfected.

Hope watched sometimes. From behind reinforced glass. Safe. Protected. Learning.

"Should she see this?" I asked Vera after particularly brutal session. Blood on my face. Damien's arm dislocated.

"She should see everything. Understand everything. Know what we are. What she might become." Vera reset Damien's shoulder. He screamed. She did not flinch. "Innocence is luxury. Ashfords canno
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