Everett’s POV

I had watched Theodore and Rachelle train together. Although I was proud of the progress she was making, as she learned more quickly than I expected her to. In spite of the injuries she still had that were healing, she moved quickly as Theodore tried to land a hit, but then as she went narrowing towards him with full force she could only just move Theodore slightly, before the fell on the ground with an ‘oomph!’.

“What exactly are you made of, young man?” She asked Theodore as he bent to help her up.

“Pounds and pounds of pure muscle and protein, my lady.” He said, laughing as...