Rory's POV
“I'm dying. I'm pretty sure I'm dying.” I joked, wheezing out a breath. I was laying in the middle of the practice field staring up at the sky. My body was coated in sweat and both Jeremy and Carter were lounging next to me as if they had barely broken a sweat throughout the entire training session.
“Class” was released nearly an hour ago, but Jeremy and Carter wanted me to stay. Not only to talk about plans to get Shawn out of his own head but to give me the training I so desperately needed. I was clearly out of shape, and I was very aware of my lack of skills on the sparring mat.
“Oh, toughen up, princess. You'll get the hang of it. You did well today. You may not be able to take me or Jeremy down, but you're quick on your feet. You're tenacious, have a strong will, and you
