Manon
I punch the bag, my concentration focused on the bag. I've been working on fighting lately. I've got a while to go before I can take Niccoló head to head. I don't know what kind of surprises he has.
But I live in the slums—gotta protect yourself. I've gotten the basics of self-defense down.
But I think I need a...less traditional style of fighting when it comes to Niccoló.
I need martial arts.
Niccoló throws me. Everything about him makes me question everything about me. And he has a way with words.
I need a style if fighting that channel and heightens not only physical strength, but mental and emotional as well.
I need a trainor. I need—
“You are very effective in your manner of fighting. But your mind is in state of chaos.”
Someone like him. I grin, turning around.
“Where
