His hand makes contact with my lower arm and I hastily pull it away, not bothering to conceal the grunt (and acknowledgment) of the pain inflicted by this teenage boy. A sleeping teenage boy. I bet John would love to see this. His great student, Cossack, having a blow land on him from someone who isn't even conscious. And a strong blow at that. Alex has now managed to wake himself and stares at me with wide eyes, an obvious question on his lips.
What happened?
I uncover myself from the sheets and stand up.
"Sleep in the bed. I have slept enough and will continue my work." With my focus on the task at hand I pay no attention to the boy who clambers from the ground to the bed.
The first thing I notice about Yassen this morning is that his lower arm is spotting an impressive bruise which I am fairly sure was not there yesterday. How did someone manage to get the upper hand on the assassin? I'm also fairly sure that I went to sleep on the floor yet somehow I wake on the bed. If something did happen Yassen chooses not to bring it up and I don't dare, not if I know what's good for me.
"I have an idea." His voice startles me but I manage to hide my surprise as I awaken from my prior state of being semi alive.
"What?"
"How far did you get in your training at Malagosto?" I don't think I'm going to like where this is going.
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Another punch lands on my stomach and I grunt loudly, pleading with him with my eyes to stop the beating. His response is clear: no.
