She followed him in silence, berating herself for the nervousness that grew with each step she took. It was ridiculous; she knew how to fight, and in theory, she was very willing to face him, but as soon as she realized she would actually be facing him, her hands started to sweat. It was pathetic. To top it off, her wolf had replaced the weak vibration with what felt like pirouettes of anticipation. The movement didn't hurt Amelia, but it contributed to her lack of concentration. And as if that wasn't enough, Daniel simply decided to take off his shirt before the fight, completely shattering the little concentration she had left. Amelia could swear she saw him take off his shirt as if in slow motion, each defined part of his abs being revealed slowly, and, wow, he had more tattoos there, d
