Theirs To Possess And Ruin
The training grounds were empty when we arrived, mats laid out under the open sky, floodlights cutting harsh shadows across the dirt, the air sharp with pine and coming frost.
Kane stripped off his shirt without ceremony, tossing it aside. Muscles shifted under scarred skin, every line of him screaming predator.
I kicked off my boots, rolled my shoulders, and cracked my knuckles.
"Rules?" I asked.
He grinned slowly, feral, and all teeth. "No rules. Just don't kill me. Dante would be pissed."
I smiled back, small and sharp.
"Deal."
And then I lunged.
The first hit landed clean, fist to his solar plexus, hard enough to make him grunt and stagger back a step. He recovered fast, catching my wris