22 MONTHS LATER
Cleo
My opponent circled me.
I circled him.
He circled me again.
I sighed.
For the love of the Goddess…
If he intended to keep going around in circles, I was going to need a snack break.
The past two years of training had taught me patience.
Unfortunately, they hadn’t taught me that much patience.
I loved fighting.
I loved the rush of adrenaline flooding through my veins. I loved the anticipation that came just before an opponent attacked. I loved the split second when instinct took over and my body moved before my brain had time to think.
Morning training wasn’t something I dreaded anymore.
It was my favourite part of the day.
My fun time.
And after everything I’d been through, there was something incredibly satisfying about knowing I could now hold my own.
