Anastasia Honchar's POV
It has been going like this for a week now after Marco took me to train with him.
Work, Train, Sleep. Work, Train, Sleep. And right now, I was tired of this routine. I know my limits, I just need to spice it up a little bit.
So here we were, training. As Marco likes to put it, getting to know my self-defense better. He did what he wanted to me, like going on to be a better puncher or throw some dagger. I mean, I was trained by Alfred, one of the greatest assassins in his lifetime. But now, I was stuck with this psycho.
"Okay, so what you want to focus on when you were throwing the dagger was not the dagger itself, but the targets that you will throw at. Watch," Marco instructed and when I watched him throw it, he struck the targets perfectly. Enough to boost his ego that was already big like Mount Everest. He turned to smirk at me. I rolled my eyes.
