Chapter 13He’d made it two weeks so far, and every day, every what-the-f**k o’clock wake up call, different every day, so you couldn’t get used to it, Javi wondered if this was the day he couldn’t do it any longer.
Right now he was in a hand-to-hand fighting class, sparring with some North sector guy named Briss, and too tired, too sore and too f*****g pissed off to take much notice of the fact the instructor, one Sergeant Rasmus Jensen, looked damn hot being all military and commanding. He was nearby, close enough to see his arms all big and hard in his short-sleeved shirt, and it was almost distracting—until Briss took advantage of the momentary distraction to take Javi to the ground. He slammed into the mat on his back. Mat was a generous word for those skinny wisps of plastic, he thou
