The training session ended even more brutally than yesterday. Severin was more aggressive, more violent as if something had crawled under his skin, and now he needed someone to bleed for it. That someone, as always, was Isolde.
He didn't even say a word when it was over. He just left her there, sprawled on the floor, her body screaming in pain after getting slammed into the ground over and over again.
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Isolde's lunch plate was almost empty when Maxen walked into Room 429—this time, not alone. Mathias came with him.
Maxen grabbed her arm and yanked her to her feet, his eyes scanning the bruises all over her body. The ones from yesterday's session had already turned dark. His eyes widened as the full extent of the damage registered.
"I heard from Nikhael that you're training with the Boss now, but what the fuck, Isolde? Why you? Why the hell would he train you? And what about that scar on your neck? How the fuck did that happen?" Maxen asked, shaking her slightly.
