For a month, I’m stuck in this place: training, being under therapy, learning basic skills of fighting.

Cross is always the one teaching me. He may be patient and calm, but it doesn’t make my temperament any better.

Not missing his strikes happen to be my forte. And I respond with anger each time—I tend to punch or strike him too hard. But it only ends in me being hurt.

“You have to ease your anger, Tara,” Chelsea coos.

I yell instead, “My anger is what fuels my revenge!”

She ...