“Great pep talk. I feel so much better now.” “I’m not here to make you feel better. My job is to make you a competent flyer, and since I don’t like failing, I expect you to work your ass off until you reach that goal.” I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping to quell both my fear and rising irritation. “Why are your eyes closed, Duchess?” I suck in a breath and open them. “Why not?” He presses his lips together in a thin line. “Just keep them open.” “Yes, sir!”
