Violet
Kylan’s ‘training’ in the woods was turning out to be more like a torture. Every exercise felt like a punishment, and I now was doubting whether he was really invested in teaching me, or just trying to make my life more miserable.
He had me doing lunges, core exercises, running up and down hills, and, after turning my legs into jelly, I was now forced to hang from a tree branch.
He yelled louder than Commander Jorn if I even dared to slack off. What bothered me even more was that he looked so handsome while doing it. So handsome, it actually turned me on.
What the hell was wrong with me?
I breathed, glancing at the branch above. It was a surprise I was still holding on, and somehow this seemed to be the only thing I was good at today.
My arms weren’t trembling, and my body was
