-Lara-
“So, you and James?” The queen stood in front of me with her arms crossed, dressed in short training shorts, a sports bra, and running shoes. Her long dark braid hung down her back, and her silver eyes watched me intensely.
Even though I wanted to appear strong, one look from her made me want to run. But I didn’t.
“Talking about him isn’t why I came down here,” I said.
I rolled my shoulders as we stood on the big blue training mat. I wore a grey t-shirt and black training shorts like the queen, along with my running shoes. We had both taped our hands—she had taped mine, showing me how to do it. It was clear she wasn’t lying when she said she would go hard on me.
“I know, but I still want to hear what you’re thinking,” she said.
“What I’m thinking?”
She nodded. “How do you fe
