I hit the ground for what feels like a hundreth time that day. I grunt, barely able to pick myself up again. Eros is standing in the corner of the room, with his arms crossed on his chest, while Elena has the expression of a furious griffin.
We're training for the second time today, which means I'm already exhausted from the first lesson. But Elena was so persistent, that we went to the Amphitheatre again, to the Hall with sand on the ground.
»I thought you would've had mercy on your best friend,« I groan as I finally pick myself up. Her face softens for a moment, but in the next second she has determination written all over it. Of course. What else was I expecting?
»Again,« Eros says with a hint of amusement in his voice. I glare at him briefly, putting my fists up as I face E
