I nodded like that made sense, but I had no idea what he was talking about. The weird part was that he wasn’t joking or winking or smiling. That thing with Dastien had really gotten to him. He circled around me one more time then pointed to my gloves. “You might have some strange fashion thing going on, but the gloves have to go. You can’t fight in them.”
“Sure I can. What harm are they really doing?”
“I can’t quite tell how you’re holding your fingers. We’re going to start punching and I don’t want you to break anything.”
Against my better judgment, I pulled them off and tucked them into my waistband.
Chris grabbed two hand targets from the other side of the gym. His shoulders were still hunched over.
It wasn’t any of my business what went on between Dastien and Chris, but I felt res
