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“You punch that bag any harder, you’ll bust it off the ceiling. You bust it, Keir will bust you.”
Sweat poured down my face and my skin glistened with moisture. I grunted and punched another five times before steadying the bag with both hands and twisting to peer at Delara. She had a towel slung over her shoulder, and wore black yoga pants and a skintight white yoga top. Her shoulder-length hair hung in disarray across her head as if she hadn’t bothered to pull a brush through it this morning.
“What are you doing here?”
She dropped her towel on the bench and moved to the blue mat in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror. She clasped her hands together, then put her arms over her head and stretched. “Waleron called a meeting this morning. I’m early, so I thought I’d workout.”
I grunted.
“Care for a quick grapple?” Delara asked, raising her thin, arched brows as she spread her legs shoulder width apart and bent, touching the floor with her palms, and bounced.
I scowled. “You’re a fuckin’ chick.”
She straightened. “And you’re an asshole, but I’ll still fight you.”
I walked over to the bench and took off the wraps on my hands.
“What? You scared a chick will kick your ass?”
Now, that was just immature. “I might kill you and have to deal with Waleron.”
“Oh, he won’t care. Come on, don’t be a pussy.”
Bitch. And also brave. I may have lived in a different Talde from Delara, but her history with Waleron was well known throughout the Scar world, and he sure as hell would fuckin’ care.
“Best three of five.” I strolled over to the mat. Delara wanted to wrestle and show her shit, fine; I’d show her why women and men never competed against one another. I stopped in front of her, brows lifting with a subtle smirk. “Oh, and I’d recommend you shower that vampire scent off you before your little meeting with Waleron.”
She shrugged. “He already knows.”
Interesting. “Fucking a vampire. Liam?” She didn’t have to tell me; I saw the truth all over her face. Waleron’s girl fucking a vampire—now that was explosive. Because despite them not being together, Delara belonged to Waleron. “Don’t give a shit who you fuck.” I widened my stance. “You ready to have your ass kicked?”
“Trained by the best, you know,” Delara said.
Yeah, I knew. Waleron trained her. “Still a woman.”
“Let’s make a deal, shall we?”
“There’s nothing I want you could possibly give me,” I said.
Delara smiled while taking her stance—arms out, legs parted, knees bent. “I need—”
I interrupted. “And I don’t fuck on bets.”
“Oh, get over yourself.” She held up her hand when I went to say something. “I want someone to teach me to cook, and I heard you were surprisingly good at it.”
“I fuckin’ excel at it.”
“Even better. I win, you give me five lessons. If you win, what do you want?”
“For you to shut up,” I said.
Delara rolled her eyes. “Fine, I won’t talk to you for an entire week.”
I grunted to cover my laugh. Damn, I kind of liked her, but I was still taking her down. “Ready to slap the mat?”
Delara lowered her stance. “You ready to call mercy?”
“Not going to happen.” I made my move.
