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Chapter 31
Cara swiftly exited her room, finding O’Connell in the common area alone. His fiery features fixated on the tv as she watched him playing Call of Duty.
“Good session.” He smiled, his focus fixed ahead of him.
“Excuse me?” Cara blushed as she sat down beside him.
“The class.” He paused the game, taking a moment to observe Cara’s flushed features.
“Oh. Yeah, thank you for that.” She smiled back, feigning her initial reaction.
“You have a mean upper-cut, I’ll give you that!” He laughed, nudging her. She laughed back in response, as a grumble left her stomach. “Hungry?”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s go then!” O’Connell stood up from the sofa, ironing out his uniform with his hands.
Cara followed him out the building, taking the familiar path down towards the gym before following it the left. They stood outside another large building, the scent of roasted vegetables wafted around them. Cara watched more uniformed bodies entering the large
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“Want to spar?” He asked her while a cheeky grin formed on his face. “No, I’m done here,” she retorted. She began to unwrap her gloves but paused when she heard his taunts. “Scared?” Cara’s body tensed up with anger before throwing her gloves to floor. “Fine.” She stood to face him, she still had the wraps on and the new sense of danger was pumping adrenaline furiously around her body. Archer’s presence already had her riled up and she knew that fighting him would only fuel her on. Archer walked up to her, standing less than two metres away from her. Cara raised her fists protectively, meanwhile Archer circled her with his arms swinging by his side. Archer threw the first punch, Cara dodged under his arm before jabbing her fist into his ribs. He rubbed them lightly, tilting his head at her. “Not bad,” he taunted. Memories of high school drowned her thoughts, igniting the embers inside her. He lunged forward at her distraction,
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