“Do we really have to do this again?”
“Do we really have to do this again?” I asked, hands on my knees. If my labored breath came any heavier, I would pass out for sure.
“And again, and again until you get it right.” Nic folded his arms. “Without a strong mental fortitude, you won’t last five minutes out there.”
I groaned, rubbing my aching forehead with my fingers. My head throbbed. I could literally feel my brain pulsing against the walls of my skull. Begging and pleading for me to sit down. “I’m exhausted.”
“Do you think they rest? Do you think they care if you need a juice break? Now, try it again.” Nic ordered, his eyes full of fire. Ignoring the fact that there was a decade’s worth of training separating our abilities.
“You’re a dick.” I muttered.
He chuckled, “You’ll thank me for this one day.”