Serena's Pov The training was getting harder. Dimitrio pushed me every day. Longer sessions. More difficult techniques. He taught me how to break holds. How to escape grabs. How to use my smaller size against bigger opponents, I was sore all the time. My muscles ached. My hands were bruised. But I was getting stronger. I could feel it. One morning, I sparred with Malak. He was bigger than Matteo. Faster. More experienced. But I held my own. I dodged his first two swings. I blocked his third. When he lunged at me, I sidestepped and swept his legs out from under him. He hit the mat with a grunt. I stood over him, breathing hard. "Good," Dimitrio said from the side of the room. "But you hesitated before the sweep. In a real fight, that hesitation would get you killed." "I know." "Then don't do it again." Malak got up and dusted himself off. He didn't look upset. He looked impressed. "She's getting good," he said. "She's getting better," Dimitrio corrected. "She still has a lo
Last Updated : 2026-08-21 Read more