Hours later, while everyone was loading the plane headed for my old pack, I found myself panting, breathing like there wasn’t enough oxygen in my lungs.
“We can stop if you want to,” Ajax says in a low voice. “You don’t have to push yourself too hard.”
“I’m fine.” I insisted, meaning it this time. The self defense moves he was teaching me weren’t tiring at all, but learning them, step by step and repeating them over and over, was what made me pant. I wasn’t even sweating but I was hyper focused on making sure I could get whatever Ajax was teaching me perfectly right. “I really want to learn this before we go.”
“Afraid something might happen?” He asks with a lifted eyebrow.
“No but I feel like I’m slacking.” I doubt anyone would try anything with Ajax nearby. My pack fears him more t
