Page 55 of Psychological War

One, two, three, four… seven fucking horses. How many animals did this girl have?

“Are you going to stand there gawking at the land or actually come watch the fight?” Killian asked, appearing behind me. Looking over I felt like I hadn’t seen him in such a long time. I hadn’t even noticed his beard was growing out more than the little stubble he usually kept.

“Where have you been?” I asked.

“The first few days I slept, honestly, traveling with both of you knocked out and listening to the three of them talk for over eight hours. That shit was rough.” He laughed.

“And the other days?”

“Looking into Luca and why he would attack.”

“What do you mean?”

“Luca’s men were the ones who attacked us…” Killian gave me a blank expression. “Salem won’t tell us anything either,” he grunted as we stepped closer to the large workout mat.

Looking around, Tobias sat outside the ring with Dimitri talking away. Mila and Salem sat inside stretching and smiling at each other. I don’t think I ever stretched before working out or a fight. It had me itching to step inside and start working out again. I needed to do something. But I also knew Salem would have my ass if I tried anything.

“I’ll see what I can find out.” I nudged his shoulder. “But I need a favor.”

“Sure, what’s up.”

“Salem’s family, have you found literally nothing about her?”

“No, nothing. Not even being here. I can’t find her anywhere; it’s like she doesn’t exist. I don’t understand, man.” Killian sighed. I could tell it was beginning to really bother him not being able to find information about someone.

Turning my attention back to the girls, Mila looked nervous and still unsure if she wanted to do this. But Salem, the determination on her face was everything. You could see the strength she held just from her face. My cock twitched at the pure determination she held.

“Alright, first things first. Make a fist,” Salem instructed. Mila made a weak fist, and even from this distance I could tell it was all wrong. Mila waited for Salem to laugh or even make fun of her. But not my Salem, no.My Salem.Instead, Salem showed Mila her own fist, showing her how to properly make one. That way she wouldn’t break anything. The worst thing you could do was try and throw a punch just to end up breaking your hand.

Walking over to Dimitri I sat down next to him.

After watching Mila and Salem talk about the correct way to make a fist Dimitri finally muttered, “You’re looking better.”

Shrugging, I kept my gaze on the girls as Salem showed her how to throw a few punches. It made me wonder where Salem learned to fight, though I had yet to see her actually fight.

“Killian and I talked and I’m making it mandatory that we learn other languages. It’s stupid we don’t already know, so once we’re back home all of us are going to be learning,” Dimitri said, snapping me from watching them.

“I think that’s smart.”

“Salem told Killian she speaks six languages but can get by with eight.” It took me longer to realize what he said, but the moment I realized it fully my head spun. My head snapped back over to Salem. She had Mila sitting on her, showing her how to buck someone off her. But six languages—no eight languages. How did she know so many, and why?

“I still don’t trust her,” Dimitri continued on.

“Why?”

“She’s hiding too much. She won’t talk to anyone. Killian can’t find anything, and everything about this place is weird.”

“Daddy.” Tobias stepped between us.

“Yeah, kiddo?”

“Can Aunt Sey show me how to fight?”

“Absolutely not,” Dimitri snapped.

“But why?” He pouted.

“Well first off, you’re only four. You’re too small to fight. Second, when it’s time, Uncle Zane or I will teach you. Also, Aunt Sey?” He cocked an eyebrow at that. I also had no idea where he got that idea from. Though it did have an effect over me. I liked the idea of making Salem mine. Completely mine.

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