Page 12 of Shadow Bonds

I nod, glad that at least one of us is on the same page. “Good. I’m going to bed.”

I start moving, but they span out in front of me, blocking my way past them, and Hazel Eyes steps directly in front of me.

“No. You’re going to train with us.”

A laugh bubbles up my throat, but there’s not an ounce of humor in it. “I just spent the last four hours training. Hard pass.” I move to step around them when Dimples swiftly steps to the side, blocking my path once more.

“You have to spend time with us each day,” he says with a scowl. “It’s in the rules whether you like it or not.”

I rear back and frown at him. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Like you don’t already know,” he grits out, narrowing his eyes at me.

“I don’t,” I tell him giving my best‘fuck you’look. “So, explain or move the hell out of my way.”

He grinds his jaw looking everywhere but me. “It helps… the madness.”

I look at them like they’re already there. “You all locked me out, made me sleep in the cold, and yet you expect my help. Fuck. That.” I cross my arms feeling like a petulant child. Butreally, I’ve just reached my limit. I’m tired, hungry, and still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that I’m in someone else’s body with no way of getting back to my own.

“We didn’t think you’d run off,” Hazel Eyes growls.

“It doesn’t matter,” Dimples says. “Let’s just get going. My fucking skin is crawling. I need to run this off.”

They all look at me as if expecting I’ll just agree. “I’m hungry.”

“We’ll make you something when we’re done,” Hazel Eyes grits out as if it pains him to even talk to me.

I narrow my eyes on them, but they all lock down their emotions, and I can’t figure out if they’re lying or not.

Too exhausted to care, I nod, agreeing to their little trade. Even if I don’t get food, at least I’ll get to sleep in a warm bed tonight.

“A quick session. And I’ll mostly be watching,” I tell them, and they smile. A smile that looks eerily similar to the one Instructor Dane wore right before he introduced us to the assault course with a time limit.

It already makes me regret my decision.

“Deal,” Dimples says.

We get moving, and I hobble behind them, trying to keep up with their pace. They eventually realize I’m not moving as quickly as them and groan as they force themselves to slow down to my pace. Or closer to it at least.

“I can’t keep calling you by your physical features in my head. What’re your names?” I ask them.

They all freeze and turn to look at me.

“Are you serious?” Dimples asks.

I open my mouth to tell him, yes, I am damn serious, why else would I be asking. But I quickly shut it when I realize they don’t believe I have amnesia. Which is technically true. ButthisSena doesn’t know them. Nor haveIever met them.

Fuck it.I’ll downgrade them to dickhead one through four instead. They don’t even deserve names at this point.

We make it through the forest to a large clearing. There’s another obstacle course in front of me, but it’s far more vicious with climbing walls that are double the size and have spikes and huge pits and balance beams with dug out trenches that are filled with jagged rocks.

I make my way over to a large tree trunk and wave them off. There’s not a hope in hell I’m even attempting this. Not after the day I’ve had.

The quiet one of the four, the pretty male with deep indigo eyes, glances at me. “Aren’t you going to?—”

“Nope,” I tell him, quickly realizing what he’s asking.

He frowns. “But?—”

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