Back in their dorm room, Aiden, Adrian, and Sevan collapsed onto their respective beds, exhausted. The secret training with Professor Anwar had drained them completely.
Every muscle ached, and their clothes were still damp with sweat.
Adrian groaned, draping an arm over his eyes. "Remind me again why we agreed to this?"
Sevan, lying on his stomach, muffled his response into his pillow. "Because we don't want to get humiliated in front of the entire school."
Aiden sat on the edge of his bed, stretching out his arms with a wince. "I don't think I've ever been this sore before. Professor Anwar doesn't hold back at all."
Adrian scoffed. "You're telling me? I think he actually enjoyed seeing us suffer."
Sevan turned his head. "At least we got useful advice. He basically laid out Shiloh, Lochan, and Ambrose's weaknesses for us."
