By the end of the session, I was sore all over. Sometime in between practice Ethan had come in and sat on the sidelines watching everyone train. Before it ended he spoke to Darci and left without a word to us.
Some of the members remained standing and some sat on the floor. My tired out of shape self was sitting on the floor with my legs splayed out in front of me. She had run us through the wringer workout after workout. I prayed she didn’t make us split up into groups to fight because I don’t think I could even defend myself at this point. It was sad.
I noticed Leo periodically through practice and noted he wasn’t tired or out of breath. He broke a sweat but his stamina was through the roof. I was impressed but still hated him for it. Because fuck him and his goddessdamn asshole agenda against me. The more he tried for my attention the more I was determined not to give it to him.
