Unimpressed, he tightly crossed his arms over his chest and waited for her to work her magic.
Much as I hated to let one of my besties down, I didn’t see how she planned to keep me in the ring any longer. Shay was a friggin’ girl beast, and sixty seconds was a generous estimate for how long I was lasting. We hadn’t tried shifting to fight yet, since that could potentially knock me on my butt for days that I didn’t have to recover.
No, shifting was going to be a day-of, last-ditch effort not to die.
“Shay, get over here.”
Leigh stood at the center of the mulched circle, her personal-trainer face on.
I hated her personal-trainer face. Usually, it meant she was going to try to get me to put less creamer in my coffee and run before dawn. No, thank you, ma’am. I was very comfortable with m
