22- Training Begins

The sun hadn’t even risen yet when Aiden knocked on my door. The faint light from the hallway barely filtered into the room, casting long shadows across the floor. I hadn’t slept much, nerves keeping me awake. My mind had been racing since our conversation the day before, trying to process what was coming next.

"Let’s go," Aiden said flatly, not waiting for a response before turning and walking down the hall.

I stared at the empty doorway for a moment, steeling myself. This was what I had asked for—an opportunity to fight back, to stop being the liability he claimed I was. I couldn’t let fear hold me back, not now.

Throwing on a pair of worn sneakers and a jacket, I hurried after him. The mansion was quiet, still blanketed in early morning shadows as we made our way through the winding corridors. Aiden said nothing, his pace fast, his body tense as if he was barely holding back a storm inside him.

When we reached the main entrance, Aiden opened the heavy door, and the cold morning air