“I want to spar,” I blurted out as the three of us sat around the table eating the shitty breakfast that I’d made.
When Ash mentioned that it was burning, I thought it was the first sign of burning, not charred to a crisp. My pancakes were black in some spots and deep brown in others. The bacon crumbled into dust when you took a bite, and the eggs were so flavorless, not even ketchup could save them.
“You’re still healing,” Luka turned to look at me with pinched brows.
“I feel fine. And I’m restless.”
Trepidation trickled down my spine as I stared into his icy blue eyes, and after a long pause, he turned back to his plate, picking up another bite of my shitty food, and eating it silently like it wasn’t awful.
“I’ll spar with you,” Slade arched his brow, a wicked smile spreading o
