His One Weakness

ROWAN’S POV

We drill it.

The throat, the knee, the eyes, over and over, his hands correcting, his voice merciless, and slowly — I feel it happen — something in my body starts to understand.

The motions stop being separate things I’m remembering and start being one thing I’m doing.

My hits land cleaner. My feet stop betraying me. He stops saying “dead” quite so often, which, from Vance, is basicall