Mated To Valentine
“Don’t panic, little star. This is still training.”
I shake my head. “Training?” I gesture to Achilles-me. “This is insane.”
Valentine exhales, resting a hand against my shoulder. “You need to be ready for anything.” His grip tightens. “I won’t hurt you. I promise.”
I nod, taking in a deep breath. "Okay, but don't make me fight myself, please?"
He leans in for another kiss, a longer one this time. By the time he pulls away, I see that Achilles has shifted form to a very familiar blonde.