CHAPTER EIGHT
Taylor Night
I don't like training.
Raeina is a beast. She's a slave-driver.
She's determined to break my body into a thousand pieces. If she had it her way, she would rather I get crushed by a huge boulder.
Which I have been.
Twice, since I crossed paths with her.
"Can't we take it easy today?" My hands are on my knees, and my mouth is open as I try to draw in air.
"You need to be able to stop that boulder without touching it," Raeina says, delicately, perched on top of a rock, her legs crossed, shades on her eyes, and a book in her hands. She looks like she is on vacation.
I glare at her, "Easy for you to say. You're not the one who keeps getting squashed like a bug. I've broken three ribs!"
"And they healed, didn't they?" Raeina peers at me over the top of her shades. "What are you complaining about?"
"You're a monster," I mutter under my breath as I watch her flick her fingers and the huge boulder reappears again.