Her mornings were just a warm-up for the pain that Lightning Dust inflicted in the afternoons. Lucky began to wish she’d taken her instruction more seriously—or hell, that she’d joined the Aerobatics Club instead of the Debate Team. She watched them practicing behind the school with envy as Lightning Dust picked her up each day, knowing she’d be doing much worse than they did. Working until it got dark, and it felt like her wings were going to fall off.