Fiona’s POV.
I was back on the sparring mats.
As usual, already-healing bruises marked my skin and my ribs ached from all the jabs I’d taken there. I wave my hands to stop the female I was sparring with to stop attacking and I spin on my heel to glare at Kane.
He shoots me an innocent smile and nods at the warrior female to let me be for now.
I’d hoped to never step on the mats again, but I guess the events of yesterday and the reality of how utterly helpless I was then, had struck a cord in the triplets and they insisted that I resumed my training. We hadn’t spoken much about what happened yesterday, other than the short conversation I’d had with Kane at my former home, I’d practically dodged the conversation with the rest of my mates.
Obviously, they respected my decision, though I
