Selina’s POV
“I hate this,” I muttered, pushing myself up from the ground for what felt like the hundredth time. My muscles screamed in protest. Sweat dripped down my face. “I really, really hate this.”
“One more time,” Ashran called from where he stood watching. “You almost had it that round.”
“I almost had it five rounds ago.” I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand. “And ten rounds before that. All I have now is bruises.”
Aaron stepped forward, his expression sympathetic. He offered me his hand and I took it, letting him pull me to my feet. “We can take a break if you need one.”
“What I need is to not be doing this at all.” But even as I said it, I moved back into position. Because as much as I hated training, I hated the feeling of last night’s nightmare more. That helplessne
