How long could we keep this up? Zayne sleeping on the couch, us sharing a shower? Where would we go, though? We had to stay in the city. There was his clan’s compound, which had room for us, but besides Nicolai and Dez, his clan didn’t know what I was, and it had to stay that way. Also, I had a feeling Zayne wouldn’t be down with that idea.

“I figured after breakfast we could do some training,” Zayne said, drawing my attention back to him. “I haven’t come up with anything in particular to help with the vision thing, but if you and Misha practiced daily, we should be doing that.”

I glanced down at myself. My leggings and loose shirt were perfect for training.

“Unless you got anything better planned?”

I pinned him with a dry look. “Yeah, I made plans with that demon who impaled himself on my dagger. He’s coming back to life and we’re going to hang out.”

Zayne grinned. “Then how about you unroll the mats.” A pause. “If you can handle it?”

“I can handle it,” I mimicked, hopping off the stool, “if you can handle the epic ass kicking you’re going to receive.”

He laughed at that, so loudly that I turned to look at him.

“You’re so going to regret that laugh,” I muttered, and stalked to the mats.

As Zayne got down to scrambling, I hefted the surprisingly heavy mats and dropped them to the floor with a loud thunk. After unrolling them and pushing the two large sections together, I wiped the sweat off my forehead and joined Zayne back at the island. Once we’d finished the buttery eggs, I felt a lot more energized, as if I actually had gotten some real rest last night.

We cleaned up, and then I followed Zayne to the mats, stretching out my arms.

“Normally I’d do some warm-ups first.” As he stepped onto the mat, Zayne tugged an elastic hair tie off his wrist, scooped up his hair and secured it in a half-finished ponytail that looked a thousand times better on him than when I tried to do it. “Definitely run a bit at least.”

I frowned as I grabbed my bent elbow and pulled it across my chest until I felt the stretch in my shoulder. “I don’t like running.”

Zayne faced me. “That’s a shocker.”

“Ha. Ha.”

“I figured we’d start with block techniques and takedowns.” Standing there, arms crossed and feet planted with his hips lined up with his shoulders, he reminded me so much of Misha that I had to look away. “Then move on to defensive—”

“So, the basics?” Mimicking Zayne, I crossed my arms. “The stuff I learned when I first begin training?”

He nodded. “Stuff that can always be improved, no matter how much training you have.”

“Huh. And you continue to practice basic blocking techniques?” I raised my brows.