Kalli
The next morning I woke to the sound of Kane’s voice coming from the study. The sun was shining through the window and I started to wonder exactly how long I had slept. When I sat up the memories of last night flashed through my mind. The fact that I had so easily thrown Nicco was incomprehensible. Yes, I trained a lot and I was a pretty skilled fighter, but Nicco was not a small man. Not once did I ever think I was capable of throwing him and ultimately causing the damage I did. The thing that remained the hardest for me to accept was that I wasn't really sorry I did it; not at all. To me, it felt like justice had been served.
My eyes met Kane’s when he entered the room. He smiled and then sat down on the bed facing me.
“How are you feeling?” He asked.
“Conflicted,” I responde
