Kaius slammed his fist into the punching bag one last time. It rocked hard on the chain, swinging like it might snap loose.
The gym echoed with the sound of impact and his heavy breathing. Sweat ran down his chest in rivers, soaking into the mat below.
An hour of training, and he still couldn't shake it.
Her.
Austin.
He kept replaying the way she drove at the track today.
She didn't hold back. Not for one second.
She drove like she had nothing to lose.
Like whether she lived or died didn't matter.
He grabbed a towel and dragged it across his face, trying to wipe the frustration off along with the sweat. His lungs were still burning, but it wasn't from the workout anymore.
He didn't think.
He just grabbed his phone, hit the video call button, and waited.
