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As so often, he took his phone out of his pocket and began to make a call with a serious expression on his face.

Adrian, on the other hand, turned his attention back to the punching bag. My punching bag, mind you.

A group of Transformed appeared, all wearing the same combat suit. Black, skin-tight fabric with weapon holsters and other training simulation equipment. The men wore cargo pants, or at least something similar. The four letters of DUIO were emblazoned on their chests in black metal. And they all looked like they had stepped out of one of those science fiction action movies.

Envy spread through me.

I trained hard and I wanted to wear those fancy suits too. But neither Laurent nor Bastien would tell me a single word about how I could make it into that unit, let alone what those people actually did.

Laurent even said that I'd be better off staying away from that unit if I valued my life.

I didn't even know what that meant exactly. And Miles seemed to know just as little and had made peace with it.

Full of envy, I watched the group, until a second group entered the hall, led by none other than Olivia McConnell.

The suit fit her like a second skin, and she wore it with confidence.

She was followed by Dahlia and her two companions, and, as always, the Asian-looking Transformed looked at me, checking me out from head to toe.

No, thanks. Play with your two companions, but please leave me alone.

I watched as the Transformed walked over to one of the training parkours and Olivia, who fortunately ignored me, began to give instructions.

Of course, that bitch also held a high position. How and when had she managed that?

I crossed my arms in front of my chest and rolled my eyes.

Olivia was far too good-looking. On top of that, as a Transformed, she would no longer age. I, on the other hand, would.

I wondered until when.

Honestly, it was little comfort to me that Camille tried to reassure me that I would age into my most beautiful appearance. Easy for her to say, as the most beautiful woman on planet Earth.

Fed up with looking at this vain goat, I turned away from the Ruisangors and headed for the punching bag next to Adrian to start my boxing training, rather than continue wasting my time letting Olivia McConnell unsettle me.

Ever since I had become a Ruisangor, I felt like I was building muscle strength faster. Also, no matter how many carbs I ate, I didn't gain any weight. On the contrary. On my second day without blood, Bastien often warned me that I should eat more so I'd have enough strength for training.

It was as if blood could solve all our problems. At least, if you ignored the consequences of excessive drinking...

I started boxing, just like I had seen Emely do at the university gym when I had dragged Bayla along to sign up for the cheerleading team at lunchtime today.

The Senseque girl was really good at it. I would have liked to ask her if we could train together, but I was sure she would say No.

“Larissa,” a deep male voice murmured beside me.

I spun around.

Adrian.

Our eyes didn’t meet because he was staring at my body.

Was he checking me out?

What the...

“What is it, Adrian?” I murmured, just as hostile as he always did. He should know that I could stand up to him and that I wouldn’t let him push me around. “Are you going to bully me again?”

His gaze was fixed on my leg.