She ran until her thighs quivered and her vision blurred. The jerk made her run two days straight. Every time she slowed, Cyprus...no...Commanding Asshole Officer Dhoma, forced one of the other recruits to run in the opposite direction. As they passed, she winced at the string of rolled eyes and curled lips. She’d also learned why Cyprus hadn’t taught them to salute. Within three short days... No. Within three long days of soul-destroying, I-hate-everything, kill-me-now hell, a fourth of the class either quit or had been pulled, including the Kin she’d stood up for. Even then, Himself didn’t dare lower to this type of instruction. Instead, Cyprus pulled up a chair in the center of the gymnasium while another well-decorated man went through the basics of marching, drilling and salutes. She thought she caught Cyprus glancing at her over his omnitablet sometimes, but whenever she turned to look directly, his eyes shifted elsewhere. Did she see any remorse on his beautiful face? Hell no and she could have kicked herself for those momentary lapses into wishful thinking.
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