FATED BY FIRE
I stood frozen, staring after him, my skin tingling where his hands had touched me.
What the hell was happening to me?
By the time training rolled around that evening, my head was a mess. Dad noticed immediately. He always did.
“You’re distracted,” he barked as I stumbled through a sparring drill.
“I’m fine,” I gritted out, blocking his strike too late.
“Bullshit.” His fist came faster, slamming into my ribs. Pain radiated through me, sharp and burning. I hissed but stayed on my feet.
“You want to be a Guardian?” he snapped. “Then act like it. The enemy won’t wait for you to get your head straight.”
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