SIX
“You’re late.”
I glare at Jesse, dropping my gym bag down on the ground in the middle of the training field. “Yeah, well, I just got back, so bite me.” I crouch down, ignoring the tiny twinge of something moving the way it isn’t supposed to in my right leg.
Ignore it, ignore it. It’s not happening if I ignore it.
“If I make time for this, Maddie, then you have to as well.” He’s not angry, which fans the flames of my own anger higher.
“Oi!” There’s no such word in Canadian for Oi! Hey just doesn’t cut it. “Back off. I’m here. You had to wait an extra, what, fifteen minutes? Suck it up, superstar ’cause I’m here now. Tack on some extra suicides, I don’t care, just lay off me.”
I strip off my light jacket, fighting the fabric before throwing it down on the ground, and lift my therma
