Chapter 9 Bruises of Pride

[Lysander]

He blinked, immediately registering his mistake. "I was just—"

"Fifteen laps."

Seth sighed, handed his water bottle to Symone, and jogged toward the track. "This is what I get for looking out for you," he called back.

"Want to make it twenty?" I asked calmly.

He wisely turned forward...

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