After returning to his room, Liam closed the door behind him, walked straight to the bed, and dropped onto it with his legs still hanging over the side. He lay there with his eyes closed, one arm resting loosely across his stomach, and let out a slow breath.
The day had been exhausting, which was ridiculous when he thought about it. He had not trained. He had not fought seriously. The spar with Gabby barely counted, and the conversation with Thion, while unpleasant, had not been physically demanding.
"I should have just trained," he muttered.
The moment he said it, he knew it was not true.
