Chapter 5When I woke up again the light in my bedroom was all wrong. It was way past sunrise. I checked the clock on my nightstand and swore. I’d missed my class with Sensei and I had a missed call from Aspen on my phone. I pushed myself up and swore again when all my muscles screamed in protest. Sore muscles weren’t a new thing for me with how hard I trained, but there was a hell of a difference between lactic acid and bruises.
I picked up the phone and dialed Aspen’s number.
“Are you okay?” she asked when she picked up. “When you weren’t here I was worried.”
“I had a rough night and slept it off. I’m sorry I didn’t let you know. I’ll be over later.”
I phoned Sensei as well and rescheduled. I was relieved I hadn’t ended up going. I was stupid enough to train even when I was injured,
