Planning revenge tranning

Driving to the hospital, I couldn't stop replaying the events of the previous day in my head.

Specifically, the part where Seraphine had decided to showcase her overwhelming maternal instincts by wrapping her hand around my neck like she was auditioning for a villain role in some melodrama.

I still felt the phantom pressure, and my pride was more bruised than my skin.

Rhiannon. 

She was the reason for all of this. Well, not entirely—I could give some credit to her overbearing demon queen of a mother—but still, Rhiannon was in my crosshairs.

Her smirking, teasing, chaotic presence had led to one of the most humiliating moments of my life.

And oh, I planned to make her training so miserable she'd regret every smug glance she'd thrown my way.

But first, I had other matters to handle.