Jolie POV

The training room reeked of sweat. Knox had set up mats in the center, punching bags along the walls. Weapons hung on racks—knives, staff, even a few silver chains.

I stared at them. My reflection stared back from the mirror. Dark circles under my eyes. Hair pulled into a messy braid. Sports bra and leggings Doc said would let me move freely.

I looked like I'd already lost.

"First lesson." Knox's voice made me jump. "Stop thinking you're going to fail. It shows in your stance."

I ...