Chapter 230

I scowl, stumbling into the tiny private gym. “I’m not weaker than a kitten,” I mutter, putting my hands on my hips. “I can…do stuff.”

“As eloquent as you are sturdy,” Faiza says, raising a cheerful eyebrow at me.

“Hey, I –“

“Look, kid,” the woman says, taking a step towards me, her voice becoming s...