Wade trudged into his apartment, every muscle in his body aching.
The door shut behind him with a soft click, and he didn't bother taking off his boots before stumbling towards the bed.
He dropped face first onto it, groaning into the pillow.
His whole body felt like it had been put through a grinder. His arms were sore, his ribs tender, and his legs heavy as stone.
Training with Ingrid had been brutal.
He rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling. "She's not human," he muttered under his breath. "She can't be."
Every time he thought he'd found an opening, Ingrid had already moved.
Her reflexes were terrifying, and she'd shown no hesitation in using his own momentum against him.
Even when he and Rowan had tried to gang up on her, she'd dismantled them both in under a minute.
At least Sebastian had lasted longer.
Wade chuckled weakly, rubbing at his shoulder. "Guess that's why she's the best."
