Chapter 298. Protective & Homicidal

Chantel Aeden Revia

"Do you want to fight, Chantel?" Lewis asked, his eyes piercing mine.

"Yes. I detest not finishing things," I replied, determination in my voice. "I want to do it; I want everything you have mentioned." I glanced around the training room, taking in the atmosphere. "I just do not know how I will get there."

He nodded thoughtfully, his gaze unwavering. "Just set your mind to it, and I will be your guide." Lewis paused, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Do not worry about how; instead, focus on all of the reasons why. And there are many."

It was as if he understood what I was thinking.

He tossed me a napkin to wipe away my tears, then added, "What makes someone decent enough to belong here?" It was a direct question, probing into my earlier comment.

"If you do not slaughter people for one. If you can allow others to be with you without becoming a burden,&qu