Reed's POV
Sweat trails down my face and into my eyes as I punch the punching bag infront of me. My breath comes out harsh with each punch and I feel Gareth right there with me. Memories of those moments with my mother keep flashing in my mind. Her words about my father fuel my momentum until I feel my fist burst the bag as it tears the leather. I retract my hand as sand flows out the hole in the bag.
"Luca is going to make you buy new ones" Seraphina says behind me and I chuckle while unhooking the bag and throwing it next to the small pile of similarly damaged bags. I swipe a hand across my drenched forehead just as Seraphina hands me a water.
"Thanks" I say before I twist the cap off and chug the contents in one go. I crumple the plastic bottle and throw it into the nearby bin befor
