Fight

“Come on, Skye. Just a little more.” A nasty groan of pain erupted from the woman as her blue eyes stares right back to the pools of a dark abyss before a cry left her lips and she let her head fall forward, hitting her head on the table with the loudest ‘bang’ that had the two other occupants of room winced at the sound.

“Skye,” the aforementioned owner of the name suddenly stopped banging her head on the table, only to look up and meet an almost identical, yet slightly bit darker-colored pair of her own eyes, “stop hurting yourself, please.” It was not a request but an order in the form of a request if how hard Zella was looking at her younger twin was any kind of indication.

“But, who in their right mind, that is, would torture themselves learning this.” Hakan would have laughed because frankly speaking the scene in front of him was amusing to no end. He had been trying – and spectacularly failing – to teach and get his betrothed to understand the subject but to no avail, it seeme