Rose’s POV

Training had been going great lately. Better than I ever expected. My punches no longer trembled, my footing was steadier, and every time Luther corrected my stance or grabbed my wrist to guide my movement, I felt a strange mixture of fire and calm settle inside me. For once, I felt confident..maybe even proud of myself.

Today wasn’t any different. I wiped sweat from my forehead and asked him, a little shy but also excited, “When… when do I start gun training? I think I’m ...