Chapter 226

So, these two thrill-seekers hit it off right away and headed deeper into the jungle together. Isla Collins had been running for a while, and she wasn't just wiped out-her arm was really killing her. She flopped down under a tree, peeled back the gauze, and dug out some ointment from her pack, dabbing it on with gritted teeth. Applying it was already tough enough, but getting the gauze back on? That was a whole other nightmare. She managed a few loops after struggling forever, but tying the ends into a knot? Forget it-it was like fighting a boss level she couldn't beat. She sat there battling gauze for what felt like ages-probably close to half an hour. Quinn Steele had been watching from above, sent in by command to quietly keep track of the students and assess who stood out. He wasn't supposed to be seen-but of all places, Isla chose to sit right under his tree and fumble endlessly with her injured arm. Honestly, the girl was as stubborn as they came. She'd run so hard and fast that