The Training

Viviana's POV

"Again.”

I groaned, every muscle in my body screaming in protest.

When Vincenzo had told me I’d be learning self-defence, I’d assumed it would be like the classes I’d taken years ago when I was still a teenager—basic techniques, defensive holds, ways to get out of danger. What Zeno had been putting me through for the last two weeks was nothing like that.

This wasn’t just self-defence