Rogue Pretender (Dhampir Dylan Book 2) by Aria Storm

lightly. He was still going back to Paris, recovering whomever he could, with the aid of Faith and several druids who could control stable portals. His people were scattered, leaderless, and on the edge of oblivion. Most of the population had either been killed, turned to undead monstrosities, or remain hidden. Rovers had taken over large swathes of the land in Paris. Everything that could go wrong, had gone wrong. Most of the former great nations were ruination and death now. Not that any of this stopped Rick from trying to rescue whomever he could. My moms were eager to help, and our friends and staff worked tirelessly to rescue all we could mortal or immortal. “Yes, you’re all doing well, but you will need to loosen up your posture more. Remember your breathing and keep your breaths fluid as you shift between motions, you exhale.” Rick instructed us, and I steadily began to find myself relaxing, forgetting my argument with Jaxie, and my horrifying nightmare. For a few pleasant hours of extreme physical exertion, I felt reborn, void of all cares and worries. Martial arts were often like a cleansing of my mind, even before Rick. My mothers had each taken turns teaching me different forms of self-defense and martial arts. I guess you can say, fighting and practicing martial arts skills were normal mother-daughter bonding activities for me and all my moms. My bio mom, Anne Devlin being the one exception. She taught me how to use and control my gifts in as well as she knew. How