The Pit of Hell
Brinley
I followed Langdon down to the basement.
...or the pit of hell, as I was coming to think of it.
I hadn't known him very well when we began but had a sneaking suspicion he wasn't going to be easy on me, not at all.
I had been right.
Every day for the past seven days was proof.
Langdon would coach me.
I would attempt to bring him to his knees.
And he would chuckle while knocking me on my ass, every time.
Opening the door, Langdon motioned for me to go through first, a sly smirk on his face. I stepped inside and looked at the familiar surroundings. The basement was much larger than I'd first realized. It came complete with weights, exercise equipment, and a sparring ring.
Langdon usually fought with his shirt on. Today was an exception. Pulling the garment o
