“Aiden, it looks like we’ll have to call it a day.”
Victor was still pinned on top of Aiden, his chest rising and falling heavily. Sweat dripped down his chin and onto the mat, leaving wet patches. Although he sounded apologetic, there was no trace of regret in his tone; in fact, he sounded as though he had just won a bet and was in high spirits.
Aiden had been about to give him a piece of his mind.
But in that split second of distraction, the grip holding Victor’s arms in place loosened slightly.
When masters face off, sometimes that fraction of a second is all it takes.
The next second, Victor suddenly tensed his lower back like a beast flipping over. With a thrust of his shoulders and a twist of his hips, he forced himself out of the pinned position and slammed Aiden hard to the gr
