TENNA.
By the time I made it back to my room, every muscle in my body was screaming.
The brothers had wanted to carry me—all three of them offering at once like I was some damsel who couldn't walk up a flight of stairs. I'd refused out of principle, even though my legs felt like jelly and my ribs protested with every breath.
Pride was a b***h.
I pushed open my door, already thinking about the shower I was going to take and the bed I was going to collapse into for exactly five minutes before the afternoon training session.
Then I saw it.
A piece of paper on the floor, just inside the door. Like someone had slipped it underneath while I was gone.
My stomach dropped.
I picked it up with shaking hands.
The handwriting was different from Sera's note last night—messier, more frantic. Li
