Chapter 22

A chorus of greetings echoed back, but I caught the looks that passed between some of the women. Skeptical looks. Doubtful looks.

The kind of looks that said they'd seen plenty of newcomers who thought they were tougher than they actually were

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"Athena," Leah continued, "let me introduce you to your trainer." She gestured toward Kiara, the human who had just successfully kicked the her opponents ass.

I noticed she had a scar, thin white lines across her knuckles, a longer one along her jaw that suggested she'd learned her skills the hard way.

"She's been training women to defend themselves for over ten years. If anyone...