JESSICA'S POV
My legs were burning, my lungs were on fire, and all I could think about was the word rejection. It echoed in my head, bouncing around with every punch I threw at the heavy bag Dominic had set up. Rejection. Rejection. Rejection.
Each time Sebastian had said it, that sharp pain had cut through my chest. It was still there now, a dull, constant throb under my ribs, a reminder of the bond I didn't want.
It's too much control, I thought, swinging my fist again. The bag shuddered. They're too obsessive. I can't breathe.
"Harder," Dominic's voice cut through the noise of my own breathing. He was leaning against a tree a few yards away, arms crossed. His expression was blank. "You're pulling your punches."
"I'm tired," I gasped, dropping my hands. My knuckles were red.
"You t
