Chapter 210

While Shade enthralled them, his words passed in one of my ears and came out the other, since I was busy looking around.

All this was so new and strange to me, yet I meshed into the environment just fine. Maybe I was indeed a chameleon. I’d looked up the definition in a magical dictionary. Chameleon wasn’t exactly a magical classification, but it defined a person who could absorb anything and become one with their settings.

Being a chameleon would increase my chance of survival in an unknown, hostile environment.

While Shade explained the rules of dueling, Viviane and her gang entered the training hall. Shade narrowed his eyes at the newcomers, and everyone turned toward the entrance.

“Sorry, Prince Shade,” Viviane said with a confident, entitled smile. “We’re a bit late. Apologies, instructors.”

Shit. They were in this class too? I had such a bad feeling about this that my skin itched.

 Danielle darted a worried glance at me before she pursed her lips with determination. I nodded. Whatever happened, we’d deal with it. Besides, there were so many instructors here, Blow Job would have to think twice about coming after us.

The instructors divided us into five groups, each with an instructor leading us. Unfortunately, I wasn’t in Shade’s group. I didn’t expect him to give my any special treatment, but he was the only one who knew about my amnesia and might cut me some slack if I stepped out of line or trod on toes, which had become the story of my life.

Paris and Summer, however, ended up on Shade’s team. The two girls jumped into a hug and high fived, but then they tried to look demure when they caught Danielle’s and my unhappy looks. But I was less unhappy than Danielle, since I at least was still with her in the lead coach’s group. We’d watch each other’s six.

The sucky part? Viviane and three of her thugs, all built like brick walls, were in our group as well.

The training started as soon as the lead coach blew his whistle. I took inventory of everything, not missing a beat. That was how I learned. I absorbed the instructors’ fighting moves, then compared their maneuvers and tactics, filing them instantly and coming up with the best combinations for myself.

Being a copycat was my strong suit.

My name was called, and I stepped onto the mat to face a shifter boy. He looked a year younger than me, and he wasn’t much bigger. We parried, and I picked up some of his moves, improved them, and returned the favor. He was friendly, and I didn’t act aggressively either.

After warming up a little, my nervousness vanished. I threw a thumbs- up at Danielle when she glanced my direction. She was parrying with a shifter of Latino heritage.

The shifter boy and I parted ways after one more bout. Then I came face-to-face with one of Viviane’s henchwomen. It was just my luck that she was double my size with bulky arms the size of my legs. She was more like a man than a woman. I’d call her Butch.