Her legs burned with each stride, but she pushed forward. The past two days had been brutal. She had less than a week to train before Derek escorted her and Vincent to Guymon on Monday. Needless to say, she wanted to be ready for anything Emmett might throw at her. Anxiety pitted in her stomach thinking about it. It would be dangerous, but she had to protect Sarah. Lark had been leaving the bakery everyday at two to train with Devon, leaving Sarah to close the shop for her. If they kept up this pace, she might keel over and die. “Stop,” she cried out breathlessly. Her body refused to move another inch. “I have to stop,” she choked out through long gulps of air. She collapsed to the ground landing on her butt and lay back on the soft grass. She closed her eyes blocking out the scorching white of the sun. Her breath coming out in ragged pants. “We did about three miles,” Devon stated, the grass ruffled beside her, she assumed he had sat down. “Wonderful,” she huffed. He didn’t seem fazed at all by their run.
