TENNA.
Kara's fist slammed into my ribs and sent me crashing down onto the mat.
I had six days left before the trials started and I was right back where I'd begun this whole mess.
My body was covered in bruises that bloomed purple and yellow across my skin.
Every movement hurt.
Kara was still handing me my ass on a silver platter during every single training session.
"Get up," Kara said without an ounce of sympathy in her voice. "You're dropping your guard on the left side every single time I feint."
I pushed myself back to my feet and raised my fists again even though my lungs were burning. Sweat dripped into my eyes and stung but I refused to quit and give her the satisfaction.
We'd been going at this for two solid hours and every muscle in my body was screaming at me to stop.
