Jackson groans a little, turning towards me, pulling me tight against his chest so that our stomachs line up, so that I can hook one leg over his in the way I like to, so I can press my cheek to his chest.We don’t say anything for a long time and I can feel Jackson trying to figure out how he feels
“Really, improvements to Clark’s training program,” the Captain says, narrowing his eyes at Jackson. “And what qualifies you to decide how Cadet Clark’s training should progress?”I scowl a little, hating that they’re talking about me like I’m not here and wishing they’d both just call me Ariel. It’
“Thank you, sir,” I say, beaming up to him, proud and pleased myself.“Don’t thank me yet,” he says, looking back towards the Castle. “I moved your target out to 1,800 meters. Good luck with that.”I gape at the Captain as he walks away, smirking, because…that is such crap! 1,800 meters is – it’s go
“That was awesome!” Jesse pants, pumping his fists in the air when we arrive back at the Castle forty-five minutes later. Both Jackson and Rafe beam at each other as they, too, catch their breath, apparently agreeing with him.But as I drag myself gasping up the last little hill towards the door, my
“What the fuck man,” Ben murmurs, running a hand through his hair and looking anxiously towards the empty half of the room. “Cadets, at war? Has this…ever happened before?”“It hasn’t,” Rafe answers, raising his head, the set of his mouth grim. “In the twenty years that the school has been open, Moo
“So!” Faiza says, flopping into her chair and cooly lifting the heels of her boots onto her desk as she grins wickedly at me. “I like the new addition to your harem. He’s cute.” She again wrinkles her nose.My hands still in the process of unwrapping my breakfast as I lift my eyes to hers, shocked.
All the blood leaves my face.She twists her lips, regretting the news. “He’s sending me today.”“What!?” I gasp, sloshing my coffee onto the floor as I lean forward towards her in shock. “Faiza, no!”“We need the intel, Ari,” she says, holding my eyes and shaking her head sadly at me. “If it were a
Blaze lashes a back-handed fist at me so fast that I barely have time to dodge, stumbling back and raising my right arm to block the blow I know is coming next.But my teacher outwits me, as he so often does. Constantly, if we’re being honest. His left foot lashes out, hooking deftly behind my knee