Saoirse
After that day, training became my new hell. Or home. I couldn’t even tell anymore.
Ezra didn’t go easy on me, that’s for sure. I was barely standing most days, but there was something about pushing my body to the edge that made me feel more alive than I had in years. Like I was slowly peeling back layers of trauma, one punch, one kick, one scream at a time.
“Our Commander Vale is really invested in you,” Ezra told me during a water break, tossing me a bottle like he didn’t almost knock my jaw off two minutes ago. “I heard he sent your info to the Leader. He’s considering you.”
I blinked, sweat dripping down my temple. “Considering me for what? Death?”
He smirked. “Nah. I bet you had high ranks in your academy. You just got that look.”
“What look?”
Ezra eyed me up and down.
