After lunch, Jax pulled out the schedule Lysandra had given him.
'Practical Combat Class. Training Grounds.'
He frowned.
'Where the hell are the training grounds?'
After asking three different people for directions and getting lost twice—he finally arrived.
The training grounds were massive. An open arena surrounded by stone walls, with weapon racks lining the edges and dummies set up for target practice.
Students were already gathered, chatting among themselves.
And standing at the front, arms crossed, was a familiar face.
Zharina.
The dragonkin woman who he humiliated during the entrance test. Her crimson scales gleamed in the sunlight, and her golden eyes locked onto him the moment he appeared.
"You," she said flatly.
"Me," Jax replied with equal enthusiasm.
The students sensed the tension immediately. Whispers spread through the crowd.
Jax walked up to stand beside her, both of them facing the class.
"So," he said. "How are we doing this?"
