“I guess it would be easy for someone who doesn’t have to physically do the actual work to be strong and fast,” I say, more to myself than to him, nodding. Yes, It slipped out...on purpose. I hear gasps and mumbling all over the place, hitting two-fifty.
“What did you just say?” he asks.
“I said doing this would be easy for you, because you don’t have to do the physical work. You are fed her blood each night to make you strong and fast.” I growl. “Three hundred!” I push the last one with determination, get up and walk off the grounds to the hall. I hear him calling after me, I hear his anger, but my own overwhelming his is pulsing through my body. Not allowing me to stop and turn around. Not allowing me to obey his commands. I hear his paws behind me and turn at just the right moment,
