Beverly's POV

I threw up in the corner of the training facility for the third time that hour. My legs shook. Sweat dripped into my eyes, stinging. Every muscle in my body screamed. Victoria didn't even pause, she just tossed me a towel and pointed to the running track.

"Again," she said.

"I can't." My voice came out broken. "Victoria, please—"

"The Council won't care if you're tired. Again."

I wanted to cry. I wanted to quit. But it was the image of Victoria's pale face when she'd said ...