Maat’s POV
I was walking out of the female warrior’s training room with Victoria who was complaining about me being hard on them and how she was mad at Deacon for dragging her to the sports hall. Now all she will have to do is beg him for a massage on her aching body.
“I have pride and it does not include me gravelling on his feet.” She pouts her lips at me and I chuckled rubbing her back soothingly.
“I think begging is a bit exaggerated don't you think? Just ask him nicely." I said.
Yvette snorted with a laugh. “She is not listening.” I looked at her with confusion. “I meant she won’t do it, that’s how her pride works,” Yvette said and shrugged.
They chased each other forgetting about their aching bodies and I laughed then yelled I will see them on Friday for our playground dat
