*Kyan*
“Goddess, Malcolm! What the hell is wrong with you?” Trainer Jeffrey is barking as we go about getting our reps in again. “Stand up straight, and bring your leg around like a fighter, not like a wussy little girl!”
I want to chuckle but I don’t. I don’t need Trainer Jeffrey to think I had something to do with the way Malcolm is performing right now. As soon as he mutters an apology to the trainer, Malcolm turns and looks over his shoulder at me, glaring.
I just smile.
But soon enough, I have a feeling someone is coming down the path from the infirmary. So I cautiously turn my head in that direction.
It’s Luka, and he’s actually coming from the dorm rooms–and he’s alone. “f**k,” I mutter under my breath. I wish Trainer Jeffrey would’ve asked me to take Emory to the healer so I’
