18

{ Waryn }

The blood is running off my hands and into the sink as I mutter curse words under my breathe. I can still feel the anxiety that is bubbling into rage once again the longer I’m here and away from Oly. I’d been sparring off and on with the elites for the past 6 hours and it wasn’t helping as much as I’d hoped it would.

I dry off my hands finally and then turn to go back into the training room where the elites are not laying on the floor doing core workouts. I glanced at the clock for the umpteenth time since I entered the room.

2:04.

“Still whining?”

I clench my fists at my sides and take a deep breathe trying to remind myself he is literally my King. I turn to see his amused face and it took everything in me not to punch the smug smile off of him.

“Seriously Quai, your position is the only reason I haven’t taken you to the mat yet.”