Delilah's POV
I forced myself back into position and somehow managed to finish the hundred push-ups, even though my form was terrible by the end and my arms felt like they might fall off.
The rest of training wasn't any easier. Every exercise, Dante pushed me harder than anyone else. Every time I started to flag, Mateo would make some cutting remark about weakness or being worthless.
By the time he finally called an end to training two hours later, I was covered in dirt and sweat, my muscles screaming, barely able to stand.
"Adequate," Dante said dismissively when everyone had gathered. "Hart, you're excused from the conditioning run. You'd just slow everyone else down. Go shower. You look pathetic."
I nodded, not trusting my voice, and limped off the field while everyone else headed
