Just like the past half a year, Sam and I had to carry out our own duties, growing separately but also growing as one. I hope he also sees it that way.
"You died." I snapped my eyes, realizing I was currently sparring with Kristina. She retrieved her wooden sword from my throat as she stepped back, swinging that same wooden sword to her shoulder.
"You'd been looking so exhausted, Lil," Kristina said, cocking her head to the side with her eyes still on me. "You even get lost in thoughts in the middle of our spar now."
"That's because you're so boring!" Ramin yelled from the side. He was tapping the back side of the wooden sword against his shoulder, his other hand on his hip. He hunched in pain when Charlotte, who was standing next to him, elbowed him in the gut.
"When will you stop spouting nonsense, huh?" Charlotte gnashed her teeth before setting her eyes on us. "Why don't you two rest so that I can beat — I mean, Ramin and I can spar?"
