DEXTERAFreya pushed my training harder with faster drills, sharper strikes, less room to breathe. My body burned and every muscle screamed in protest, but I didn’t dare slow down.Not with Deucalion watching. I wasn't ready to prove him right that I needed a break when Freya already saw me as nothing but a weakling. Deucalion's gaze would settle on me when I moved, when I stumbled, when I pushed through something he probably didn't expect me to.And every single time I caught his stare, he looked away instantly like he had been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to.At first, I ignored it. Then it started to irritate me, and I ended up getting distracted once again. Along the line, I missed a step.Freya’s blow landed on my torso, sending me staggering sideways. She had instructed me to hurdle across obstacles to and fro, and I just missed a step. “Focus,” she snapped.“I am,” I shot back, though I knew that wasn’t entirely true.Her eyes slit with anger, following the brie
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