12: Ryann
Ryann
The bitterness from Tallia undermined her confidence. Ryann knew she had to confront the woman.
Ryann caught up with her by the training rooms, timing it so that she was in the corridor when Tallia stepped from the combat suite.
Tallia’s dark grey skin glistened with sweat. She saw Ryann, sneered, and sped up.
Ryann stepped to block her way. “Can I have a word?”
“Need a shower.” Tallia breathed heavily, but Ryann guessed that was more for show than anything else.
“This won’t take long.”
“Nor will a shower.”
“Please?”
The smile that crept onto Tallia’s face was twisted. “You’re begging now?”
“I’m being polite. For the sake of our mutual aims.”
Tallia raised one eyebrow. “Annys is rubbing off on you. Sounds like something she’d say.” Then her eyes narrowed. “She p
