Iris
Luke arrived with training the very next morning with Patrick in tow.
“Right Iris you are up. Remember you stop when I bow the whistle.” He looked pointedly at Patrick.
“Morning Patrick,” I said and he returned a nod.
Standing back to assess him I could tell he looked nervous. I’d love that to have been because I was so good but I knew it was because he was scared of Jackson’s wrath, although maybe Luke’s wrath really. We hardly saw Jackson much these days. I tried not to be jealous because I adored Scarlett, but I had got used to his presence and I now noticed his absence, no matter how much I tried to ignore it.
Luke blew the whistle and I attacked Patrick, aiming for the element of surprise. I knocked him flying with a powerful kick and I registered the surprise on his fa
