"Teach me to fight."Cain looked up from the patrol report he was reading, his silver eyes sharp with surprise. Wren stood in the doorway of his study, her jaw set with a determination that brooked no argument. She had rehearsed this moment in her head a dozen times, preparing for every objection he might raise."What?""I am tired of being helpless." She stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. The study was warm, lit by a crackling fire and filled with the smell of leather and old paper. "If Shadow Fang comes, I want to be able to defend myself. Not hide in a safe room while others die protecting me. Not wait for rescue like some princess in a story."Cain set down the report, his full attention now focused on her. His eyes swept over her small frame—the thin wrists, the narrow shoulders, the body that had been starved and worked nearly to death for five years."No.""Why not?""Because you could get hurt. Training is dangerous, especially for someone with no experience.
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