It had been a week since Layla moved in, and she had improved significantly in her training.
A few days ago, Logan's men had come to report on the activities of the Underworld. They were getting close to locating her, and she wasn't totally prepared.
'If only I could alter her destiny, we would be able to live normal lives.'
Looking at his mate relentlessly fighting one of his men filled Logan with a sense of pride.
She was a stunning beauty, even while training. She was a fast learner and was already becoming familiar with her demon side. Logan had taught her how to fight alongside her demon, and she was doing quite well.
Perhaps within three weeks, she would be fit and strong enough to fight him.
'Hahaha. I can't wait.'
During the last four rounds, Darius had always ended up pointing his sword at his mate's neck. But Layla showed no signs of giving up.
She was incredibly persistent.
"Again!" she said, picking up her sword.
