Chapter 47

"Eyes closed!"

Once again, the wooden cane dug into Alistar's side with a crisp smack. His legs were sore from sitting cross-legged for so long, his joints rigid as if frozen. Forcing his eyelids down, he let slip a whisper of protest. "But it's been an hour…"

He braced himself just in time to receive another hit. Why did he have to go ahead and let slip that little statement? He should have known better by now.

"No talking!"

He grated his teeth, biting back another retort. How did things come to b—

"No thinking!"

Another strike caught the small of his back.