The next training nearly broke me—the day after made me question everything. By the time a week had passed, I stopped counting how many times I hit the ground. What mattered was that I got back up and continued every time.
"Again"
Cassian's voice was calm and unmoved by my frustration.
I exhaled sharply, wiping sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand.
"I hate that word" I muttered.
"I know"
"Then stop saying it"
"No."
I shot him a look. He didn't even try to hide his faint amusement. Within the past week, Cassian had taught me several positions.
"You are cruel" I added.
"That's what makes me Cassian," I sighed, adjusting my stance. My legs were still too slow and I needed to work on my balance.
But I had gotten better over the last few days and the changes were not hard to notice. My instincts had become faster and my punches stronger.
"Watch my shoulder" Cassian said. "Not my hands" I narrowed my eyes.
"You say that every time"
