Lyra's POV.
My hands were weeping by the time she was done with me and I could see her smiling at the corner of her lips making me realize that she was even more dangerous than any enemy I could have ever imagined that I would have.
"You are just a pure weakling. Why are you acting like you being sentenced to death rather than just asked to do a little workout? It's not as hard as you're trying to make it look." Camille laughed at me.
It was better when she was a strict trainer because now she could properly air her feelings without thinking that I'm going to get hurt and that annoyed me even more.
I took a deep breath and picked up the dumbbells again before squatting like she had demonstrated that my legs were failing and my hands were also trembling like a leaf in a blight of wind
