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I had finally figured it out. Kieran Quinn didn't want to be my mate. He wanted to torture me slowly and leave me to die.
I groaned and flopped backwards onto the gym mat.
"Oh, will you stop whining?" Kieran sighed. "You wanted this." He reminded me.
"I wanted you to teach me how to defend myself." I muttered.
"It's pointless to teach you to defend yourself, unless you have strength to do so." Kieran said and helped me off of the floor. I rubbed my arms.
"How am I supposed to defend myself if I can't move my arms?" I complained.
"Why don't we just call it a morning? You're clearly ready to give up." Kieran said, giving me an annoyed look.
I crossed my arms and glared at him.
"I am not!"
