Ronak snorts. “You know I’ll be training you again as soon as we get settled, right?” I groan against Evert’s back. “Nooooo.” “Yep,” he counters jovially, as if my dread for exercising amuses him. “If you’re going to insist on being an ‘awesome super spy,’ as you put it, then you have to do things like…walk. My training will ensure you can take care of yourself.” “You’re just using that as an excuse because you like torturing me. Also so I don’t get fat.” I feel him swat me on the ass. “Enjoy your break, little demon.” “Ugh. You’re mean.”
