Killian's POV
I was alone in the gym, I needed it.
I slid my hands into the punching glove, pulled them tight, and went straight for the bag.
My fists slammed into it over and over, short jabs, heavy hooks. The bag rocked and swung, but I didn’t stop. I drove into it harder, teeth clenched, sweat dripping from my jaw onto the floor.
Every hit carried something I couldn’t put into words, something knotted inside me that only pain and effort could pull loose.
When my arms gave out, I dropped the gloves, chest heaving, and grabbed the dumbbells.
My muscles strained until they shook, until I could barely hold the weight above me. I didn’t care. I welcomed the ache, the fire that spread through my arms and chest.
I pushed until the metal slipped from my hands and clattered down, le
