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I sniff , sweat trailing down my limbs as I get back into stance , my fist flying forward and a stinging pain flows through my arm when my knuckles connect with the boxing bag and I groan , pulling my hand to my chest . Stupid bag . I stare down at my knuckles , the skin swollen and red , throbbing with pain . "You've clearly never fought before ." Taunting and deep . I swing around , still cradling my injured hand . The pain in my hand seems to subside when my eyes find Kai , lazily leaned back against the wall , his large built intimidating even from this distance . With his hands slid into his pockets , his hair a disheveled mess on top of his head and his cold , blue eyes watching me so intently , I shudder .
Has he been watching me this entire time ? My grib a
