"What?" I ask, my voice layered with an undertone of dripping, palpable annoyance.
I'm standing, barely, my knees tremble like they'll give up any time soon, my chest rises and falls rhythmically as I pant.
My eyes are narrowed, shooting a wild glare at Dinan as my forehead squeezes into a nasty frown.
"What do you mean by slow?" I ask again, this time my voice grows a bit louder. More bold.
He looks down at the grass, letting out a soft sigh as he shakes his head slowly. Then he looks up at me, his head lightly tilted, and one eyebrow raised slightly. "It is as I said, Ralyn. You are too slow." As he says this, he pauses, turns his head away from me, and his mouth is still open, like he wants to speak, but the words hang. Then he closes his mouth, his gaze pointing straight at the direction behind me.
