Freya's pov

The next three days blur together into a routine of waking at dawn and training until my body screams for rest and falling into bed exhausted only to wake up and do it all again.

Daniel is patient but firm when he teaches me how to block and strike and dodge and every time I mess up he makes me do it again until my muscles remember what my brain keeps forgetting.

"You're thinking too much," Daniel tells me on the third day after I fail to block his punch for the tenth time. "Your ...