Page 81 of Vengeance Becomes Her

“Enjoying the view?”

No reply.

Rhiannon turned around curiously, finding him hovering right behind her, eyes smoldering. She was surprised by his actions given their company, but she returned the intensity of his stare, nonetheless. A smirk grew slowly across his face.

“I’ll show you just how much later.”

Snickering erupted behind her and, when Rhiannon turned, it evolved into an unconvincing coughing fit. She playfully glared at the menace that was quickly becoming her new favorite companion.

She smacked Samara playfully on the arm. “You’re just jealous.”

Samara scrunched her nose. “Absolutely not. I’ve sworn offmen for a bit.”

The off-handed comment was said in jest, but it still tugged at Rhiannon’s heart. She was so young to already be so jaded. She swallowed back the comforting words that came to mind. It wasn’t the time or place and, thankfully, Tristain’s command prevented her from having to come up with a response.

As they continued, it didn’t surprise her that Kyra kept her distance. Rhiannon couldn’t fault her. Silas had pinned them against one another. She’d have toearn her trust.

Tristain drilled them through the exercise three more times until they all insisted that they would not be able to lift a fork to their mouths at the end of the night if they did any more.

While their griping was enough for him to show mercy, it wasn’t enough to get him to call it a day. He had them on all fours alternating kicking their legs back repeatedly. Rhiannon was sure they looked ridiculous, but she couldn’t deny that her legs were burning by the end of it. At least he gave them regular breaks to keep them hydrated, but those small reprieves didn’t keep her from feeling completely and utterly exhausted by theend of the day.

When he finally caved to their pleas to be finished, they went their separate ways, agreeing to meet Samara back here at seven in the morning—a decision that Rhiannon wasn’t pleased about.

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