It turns out their plan is this: teaching me how to protect myself. But it feels more like a setup for humiliation.
"This is so unfair!" I snapped, putting on my gloves. "You remember I punched him, right?"
Colt shot me a death glare as he waited inside the sparring area. The others lounged around, looking far too amused for my liking.
"Come on, Amanda," Ashton drawled, his lips quirking into a smirk. "It's just one punch. Land it on Colt, and you win."
"Yeah, how hard can it be?" Blaze chimed in, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You've done it before, after all."
Luther, leaning against the wall, fixed me with his intense gaze. "Consider it a lesson in self-defense. Surely you're not afraid of a little... rematch?"
I gritted my teeth, glancing between them and Colt. "You're all enjo
