I don't see Ethan for the next two days, and I can't decide if I feel relieved or not.
I am still not ready to have that conversation with him, but for some reason, my chest feels kinda empty.
I grit my teeth when I slam into the mat, Steve, my sparing partner, pinning me down.
"f**k!" I yell before I can think better of it.
"Language, Silverclaw!"
"I can't help it, sir," I tell Beta Mac before Steve pulls me up. "I'm tired of getting my ass kicked every day."
Mac looks me up and down. "Then get better," he shrugs and turns to the other couples sparring.
I grit my teeth.
"Hey, don't worry about it. You are getting better," Steve nudges my arm. "I really had to put in effort this time."
"Did you really?"
"Honest to Goddess. You are faster, too."
"Thanks, Steve. I appreciate
