ALEXANDER
She came at me with another jab, sloppy in her form but surprisingly quick, and I had to block harder. My eyebrows shot up before I could stop them.
“Not bad,” I muttered, circling her.
She grinned, breathless but proud. “I told you...I’m not just a pretty face.”
I smirked. “Pretty face, reckless temper, no technique.”
Her eyes narrowed, and before I could finish my thought, she faked left and actually managed to land a light hit to my side. I froze for a split second. She froze too, clearly shocked she’d gotten through my guard.
And then she laughed.
It was the kind of laugh that filled the room and did things to me I had no defense against. I tried to scowl, but the sound of it tugged a reluctant smile out of me.
“Lucky shot,” I said.
“Skill,” she shot back, still lau
