Mandy kicked off her heels the second they stepped through the door. She didn’t wait for Dante to say anything.

“I want to learn how to fight.”

He shut the door behind them, arching a brow. “What?”

“You heard me.” She turned to face him, chin high. “I’m tired of being dragged around, locked away, babysat. If this is my life now, I’m not going to survive it acting like some damsel in distress.”

He studied her in silence, jaw tight. “You think you can just pick up a gun ...