Chapter 82: Cracks in the armor

Chapter 82: Cracks in the Armor

The night air was still and heavy, the park now shrouded in mist. Anita’s muscles burned with exhaustion as she swung her staff, narrowly dodging one of Jace’s attacks. His movements were calculated, fluid, and relentless, forcing her to stay on her toes.

“You’re hesitating,” Jace said, his voice sharp as he struck again. “In a real fight, that’ll get you killed.”

Anita blocked the strike, but her grip faltered, and the staff slipped from her hands. It clattered to the ground, echoing through the empty park.

“I’m trying!” she snapped, frustration boiling over. “Do you ever stop criticizing me?”

Jace stepped back, his expression unreadable. His tails, illuminated by the full moon, swayed behind him like restless flames. “This isn’t about criticism, Anita. It’s about survival. If you’re not ready, Kael will—”