Hayden POV
I lower myself onto the bench with a sigh that could be mistaken for a growl. f*****g Jacob spoiled my mood. I know Reeva will not give in to his demands, but I am secretly afraid of what he will do to have his way. He has always been like that.
I exhale deeply, looking up. From this vantage point, I can see the entire training ground. Reeva is in the ring again, moving with the kind of precision that makes you wonder if she has a metronome ticking in her bones. Her opponent — a younger recruit with too much energy and not enough sense — is trying his best to keep up, which is, of course, a losing game. Every time he swings, Reeva ducks, pivots, and counters with a fluid grace that will make a dancer jealous.
I lean back, resting one arm along the top of the bench, watching h
