Chapter 138

A month flew by in the blink of an eye, and New Year's Day was just around the corner. The cold was setting in harder by the day. Sabrina had a routine now-daily shooting practice under Cassian's strict watch. Her hands were already rough with calluses, and she didn't dare slack off, not with him breathing down her neck. Ever since that attack, she understood one thing loud and clear-danger could strike at any time. She still had no clue who was behind it, but one thing was certain: the stronger she became, the better her chances of coming out alive next time. That evening, after another exhausting round of practice, her hands were trembling a little. Cassian didn't spare her a single ounce of pity, but she had no complaints. You don't mess around when it comes to survival-only an idiot would. Walking out of the shooting range, she paused, her eyes drifting up to the building. She hadn't seen it personally, but somewhere deep down, she just knew-this place had layers. Maybe there was s