Chapter 71 Seventy-one

• "I'm sorry," I say as the bedroom door clicks shut behind us.
• Anton walks into the bathroom without responding. I follow him to the doorway, guilt twisting in my stomach as I watch him pull a towel from the hook. He doesn't look angry—his expression is calm, controlled—but I know I crossed a line today.
• "I understand having a little fun during training," he says finally, turning to face me with the towel draped over one shoulder. "Making it less tense, more engaging—that's fine. But you need to understand that sometimes tension is necessary. If you can handle pressure during training, you'll be unstoppable in a real fight."