49

“No, I’m not doing anymore. I want to die!” Layla groaned, stumbling to the shade of a nearby tree where they had kept their things. She sprawled on the grassy ground, and her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath.

Once she had taken her last bite of breakfast, Zayne had taken her to a secluded, grassy field to train. She had mentally prepared herself for whatever he had planned to throw at her, but nothing could have prepared her for the torture he had installed.

‘Why did I agree to train with him? He’s worse than Prof. Victor.’ She thought, using her hand to fan herself. ‘At least we weren’t training under the hot sun. I’m under a shade, but it feels like my skin is cooking.’

“Come on, you still have three more laps. Don’t be lazy.” Zayne hollered, jogging towards her, and she glared at him. More like she tried to glare at him. His body was distracting—too distracting. Even with his sleeveless tank top on, it drew her attention. The shirt clung to his body, accentuating his