Do it again!"
Belle gritted angrily at those words she had heard more than she could take in the span of the days the vampiress had been training—or more precisely, torturing—her with the excuse of it being part of their training.
The first day had been a nightmare to Belle, who had been made to run around the large castle grounds for warm-up before the shooting started. She had worn a training gear that was fitted for her own body size. Though comfortable, she had felt exposed because it wasn't a dress but trousers. Now it barely bothered her, as days had passed and she had become accustomed to the attire—but not to the training that had left her legs and muscles sore for days.
The first day, she could barely move when she woke up in the morning, but then she had to rise by dawn to run around. She had wanted to feign sick and not leave her bed, but the vampiress had stormed into her chamber and pulled the sheet from her body, smiling that sweet smile of hers as she said,
