(Lena’s POV)I was covered in a thin layer of sweat as I threw kicks at the dummy before me. I kicked harder, and soon Diego walked towards me.“That’s enough,” he says.“No, it is not,” I say, kicking harder, letting all my pent-up frustration and anger on the poor dummy.“I said enough,” Diego says, gripping me. I panted. “Something is not right, Lena; there is something you are not telling me.”“I have nothing, Diego; why don’t you mind your business?” I said, well aware that I sounded bitchy, and the regret was instant. Diego looked away from me.“If you are ready, I would accompany you to your room, Luna,” he said, and even if he had tried to hide it, I still heard the slight annoyance in his tone. He sounded all business-like; when was Diego ever business-like with me?“Yeah, I think I am done here,” I say, and he passes me a towel.Diego accompanied me to my room, completely silent, and the apology was at the tip of my tongue. He didn’t follow me into my room.“If you wouldn’t
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