Chapter Thirty-Two
Roan
Roan and Sullen made it to the field before everyone else. They went over a few exercises they planned to do, and what they would tell them about their sudden spurt in training.
Sullen sat down on the ground to retie her shoes. “Do you think they’ll be happy about training?”
Roan placed his hands behind his head to stretch. “Some of them, yeah. You saw them in the dining hall this morning. I’m sure there will be skeptical ones that don’t want to train, or want answers, but I’ll deal with that when the time comes.”
Sullen looked nervous, so Roan walked over and bent down beside her. “Don’t be nervous, little fox. If things go south, we all know you can outrun them—,”
Sullen hit his chest and laughed. “I’m more nervous about making a fool out of myself. I’m out of shape.”
Roan looked down at her body and grinned. “You look pretty in shape to me.”
She ignored Roan, though he noticed the smile she tried to hide. “I’m serious,” she said. “I haven’t trained in ages.”
He helped
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