Episode 68

Naomi

I rolled my neck and shook out my arms, feeling the coldness of the mat underneath my bare feet. The weather sucked outside, another rare day where rain came down in sheets and the sky was gray even though it was nearing noon, but I was glad not to be in bed watching it.

When Gavril had woken me this morning and said he wanted to show me some self-defense moves that I could use if and when I was ever threatened again, I’d jumped on the chance to do so. It wasn’t that I felt like I couldn’t fight back, but clearly Gavril had been able to protect himself all his life, and surely he knew a better way than I did.

Or at the very least, what he knew had been gained from practice and not some class.

Jon was coming back. I felt in my gut that he wasn’t going to just walk away and forget he ever saw me.

That, and he knew I was pregnant. I imagined that would fuel his plans even more.

I wasn’t going to be his victim any longer. I was tougher than that. After all, I was married to the pakh