“You’re not concentrating,” Adela murmurs.

I peel my eyelids open and stare at her in disbelief because it should be obvious why I’d be having an issue with my concentration.

We’ve long since moved from the kitchen to the backyard to begin my training. From the blue skies and fluffy white clouds overhead, today is looking to be another beautiful, sunny day. Ordinarily, I’d be so relaxed that I could take a nap out here, but relaxed is the last thing I’m feeling.

With my father and ...