Capitolo VII

When Chase was in the ring and had his trainer's glove ready, I swung my left hand to punch him on his right side. But he was fast. He dodged my punch as he leaned lower left and hit his glove on my left thigh. My knee slumps to the ground, giving him time to elbow me on my shoulder. I grunt.

"Concentrate, Caty," Chase pants, bouncing away from me, so proud of his first achievement of the day. How could I concentrate if all I could think of was Lucas, and my anger towards the man I haven’t actually shared a word with was going to be the death of me?

"I need you to get a few things for me," I said, gripping my soon-to-be-bruised shoulder and stretching the strained muscles in my neck. Without waiting for a reply, I lunge at him, swinging my uninjured arm for a quick moment before taking it back. With his sudden reaction to move away to the other side, I swing