#Chapter 52: Dreaming

Agnia isn’t as hopeless as Zavros makes her seem.

She actually gets a few jabs at me before I grapple her by the collar and throw her over my shoulder. She lands on the gym mat with an “oof.” Her hand goes to her stomach as she heaves breaths.

“I think breakfast may come up,” she grunts.

I laugh and give her my hand. I help hoist her up. Her hands immediately go behind her head, breathing shallow.