CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

"You're not focused!" Thomas shouts at me. "You're angry, you're too in your head!"

I'm breathing hard as I rest my hands on my knees. When I said I would learn self-defense moves, a full-body workout was not what I was expecting. Thomas is a drill sergeant, it feels like I'm learning MMA.

"Maybe you should try again tomorrow." Phoebe says from where she's sitting on a bench eating cereal. "I think she's pissed off at Boss."

If I had something to throw at her right now, I'd throw it straight at her head. I'll get her later.

"Yes, training resumes tomorrow." Thomas lightly slaps me on the back. "We need to work on your stamina. I want you on the treadmill every night."

"What the fuck." I fall down on the mat. "I didn't say I wanted a personal trainer."

"Shit luck!" Thomas shouts down at me. " Now you have one, so next time you're attacked, you'll know exactly how to handle the situation."

He's talking as if there definitely will be a next time.

"Have you heard anything from Ales