Shocked, I turned to look at Kylan. He met my gaze with an unreadable expression, then looked back at Commander.
Commander smirked, glancing between us. “So, Captain,” he said. “will you choose punishment for one, or for all? Will you all be planking an extra five minute to make up for this weakling, or will you force your weakest link not to be weak anymore?”
I didn’t have high hopes. He had been so harsh to me before—so why would he protect me now?
Kylan looked at me again, and I stared into his eyes, almost pleading for him to spare me. His eyes which were usually cold, and hateful—suddenly softened. It caught me off guard, but it also gave me an unexpected flicker of hope.
I hoped—no, I prayed—that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t let me get punished…
“Punishment for one, sir,” Kyl
