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Its been a week of pushing my body to it limits and maybe past that. Zander has me on a strange schedule. We work out everyday and some days he will teach me one of the many languages that I was "expected" to learn, and on other days, how to control my temper.

Those days I loath. The first language I am learning is Turkish. I don't know why he is teaching me this and he won't tell me. I asked and asked him to the point of making him yell at me to 'leave him the hell alone.' That was possibly the only time (that I will ever let anyone know) that I almost pissed myself. I was not doing well in learning the language. I tried to say, "How are you?" and Zander started laughing till his face was red. I asked him what I had said and it was "My goat is green." He wrote it down for me and when I saw what they looked like, I had NO idea how I got there. I was trying to say what was written down; it looked like Sen nasilsin, but what came out of my mouth was Benim keçim yeşil.

Now on the whole issue of learning to control my temper - well that's a completely different story. We had different ideas on what that meant. To me, that was learning different ways of trying to redirect my anger. But oh no, that would be where I was way off again. "I never said that I was only going to teach you to control your temper" is what he told me. I asked him what he meant and he said it was for me to be able to control all my emotions and not show them to anyone.

Yeah, this guy deserved to stay in his own little world. People thought that I was scary when I was mad but this guy never showed anything to anyone. They would run into another hallway or dive into the closest room just to get out of his way. He never raised his voice or changed his facial expression.

I'll never forget the day that Dimitri asked me to run as many laps as I could in 30 minutes. Well from all the training, from both he and Zander, he never noticed how much I had changed my endurance. I would be barely breaking a sweat when he had started to breath hard and sweat when we sparred.

The day when he asked me to run, my response was not what he was expecting. Normally, I would have whined and begged him not to make me run, but all I did this time was agree and walked outside to the track. Normally in that amount of time people would run about 8 laps (2 laps is a mile) but I didn't bother to hide what I was now capable of. I ran almost 12 laps before time was up. He just stood there with his mouth open and a disbelieving look on his face.

He started asking me what I was learning from Zander, but Zander had made it quite clear that I was to tell no one about it. I don't like doing push ups and/or star jumps. I had started to tell Lissa about it but just as I opened my mouth, he showed up out of thin air. I think Lissa shit on herself as she screamed. I just turned white. I was at 100 push ups and almost as many star jumps when I had started to complain about how tired I was. "Stop and wait, I will be right back," was the all he said. I really didn't like the way that sounded. I was right, I hated it. But, I learned how to keep my mouth shut.