" You don't think I'd hurt you right?" Issac raised an eyebrow, and a broad smile spread across his face.
"Of course, but I smell it's not water." I rolled my eyes, lifting the glass from my knees to eye level.
"It's Madeline's secret recipe. Drink it, it'll help your body recover faster." Issac dipped his eye, then rose from the couch.
The trembling ground betrayed that another round had begun. I didn't notice Hugo walk out of the room and into the arena. I brought the glass to my lips with my knees, and then the minty liquid trickled down my throat. After a few more moments, I emptied the liquid and pushed myself off the couch to the horizontal to help. I regretted it instantly, as it seems my body had not yet recovered from the shock of the fight. I moved back to the sofa, not wan
