Trishal’s POV
"Try to put in more energy," Loren said angrily.
"I'm trying," I shouted back, sweat dripping from my brows as emotions warred inside me.
I was tired, hungry, angry, and restless. I'd been at this for the past three hours without a break, scrunching my brow in concentration. Just when I thought I had finally built the wall, it crumbled back down.
When he said he was going to teach me to fortify my thoughts, I didn't know it would prove to be an impossible task.
He released a tired breath and came over to where I was sitting in concentration, both legs crossed in yoga style and my hands palm down on my lap.
You're not a patient teacher at all. You should learn from Corman. I directed my angry gaze at him as he settled before me.
"I heard that, you know," he glared at me
