Roxxane's POV
“Your hands should be raised to cover your side, princess.”
I block his punch this time, twisting fast enough to shove his hands away before it connects. My chest heaves, sweat clinging to my neck. He lands a kick against my thigh next and I bite back a groan and stare at him.
“Stop calling me that!” I growl, pushing forward. My foot connects with his leg, just barely missing his knee. “And stop underestimating me.”
Canan smirks, “I would if you stopped making it so easy to get to your sides.”
I scoff, stepping back and wiping sweat from my face. “Why the f**k are we even doing this?”
He doesn’t answer right away. Just shrugs. “Because I don’t want anyone to kill you before I do.”
I roll my eyes so hard they might fall out. “Charming.”
He smirks again.
Ugh. I
