Page 78 of Knight’s Retribution

His brother chuckled. “She’s good.”

“Better than good,” Roc said, his gut feeling fucking tight all of a sudden. The more they trained and the better she got, the more confidence she had. And since she’d found her power, her aversion to touch had all but disappeared, her nightmares as well.

The powerlessness she’d felt in Hell, and when she first got back, was something she was mastering daily and it showed.

“Her power is strong, brother,” Kryos said. “She was born to fight. The pull to use that skill is going to grow until she can’t resist it.”

Which was exactly why his gut was knotted and he was a mix between proud as fuck and scared out of his mind. “Yeah,” he said as she moved toward him, that smile still wide on her face.

She greeted Kryos and handed him the tube of Pringles, then turned back to Roc. “Throw me again. I want to see how far I can go and still land on my feet.”

Fuck. “Now?”

“Why not?”

Meredith had wandered out to watch, and Zenon and Mia followed.

“Let’s move to the field.” If she hit the ground, he didn’t want her getting hurt on the concrete and gravel.

The dirt was dry and hard packed, not that much softer than the concrete, but the dry grass would make for a better landing. His petite female moved to the edge of the field with him, where he picked her up and kissed her. “You sure?”

She smiled. “Yes.”

“We’ll start small, similar to the distance you just went.”

“Okay. Ready when you are.”

He spun this time and tossed her. She sailed through the air and landed on her feet, not even a stumble, or a step to steady herself. It was like she jumped in place, that was how perfect her landing was. She turned and jogged back to him.

“Farther this time?”

He nodded, scooped her up, and swung faster, throwing her with more force.

Same landing, utterly perfect.

She turned, her smile wider than before, and jogged to him again. “This time, I want you to put all your power behind it,” she said.

“Ky…I’m not sure.”

“I can handle it.”

Rocco felt his brothers, heard their boots shuffling in the long grass. They were no doubt imagining doing this with their own females and not loving the idea. Yet as scared as he was, Kyler needed this. To prove herself, to know what she could do. Not just for her own safety, knowing how far she could push things, but for her confidence. She felt capable and strong, because she fucking was, and he wouldn’t take that from her. No fucking way.

So he picked her up and gave her another quick kiss. “If you’re coming in too fast, tuck and roll into the landing, like you did before.”

She nodded, and Roc held her to him and spun faster than before, then threw her, but not with all his strength. He couldn’t bring himself to do it, not yet.

Kyler sailed through the air again—Jesus at least sixty yards—but it didn’t faze her. She did as he said, tucked and rolled, rolling right to her feet.

“Fucking hell,” Zenon said.

Yeah, Rocco’s thoughts exactly.

* * *

“Ky…baby, I need you to wake up.” He didn’t want to freak her out, and he sure as fuck hated waking her, but he had no choice.

He’d just gotten back from patrolling the city and his mate was sleeping heavily after her day of training, but this couldn’t wait.