OCTAVIA'S POV
"f**k!" I screamed, wincing in pain as a bone snapped in my wrist, dislocating in the process.
"That's enough for today," Nickolai ordered, but I had passed him a hardened glare.
"No! It's just a dislocation; I have two arms; I have to keep training," I asserted, dragging up my feet and pushing myself closer to the edge.
I had returned from the hospital the previous night; I barely slept a wink, seeing how much of a tight spot Nikolai was.
Seeing how he had given up his rightful position in an attempt to protect some innocent people who barely knew anything about him, I had been struck with, but I knew the only excuse I had for seeing him would be training with him.
I could no longer meet up with him, I couldn't speak with him, and I had no reason to do so
