Cara's POV
The training bag sucked in another punch, swinging back and forth before going back to its original position. My knuckles ached in a slightly satisfying way different from the sharp pain that was somewhere in my chest.
I hit it again and again, focusing on the punching bag and anything else that could help me stop thinking about those eyes—those eyes that looked away every single time they met mine.
"You're going to break your hand if you keep that up," Catherine said from behind me, her voice carrying a hint of sarcasm.
"Then I'll heal it." I landed another strike, feeling the pain go all the way up my arm.
She moved closer, adjusting my stance with hands that looked like they've seen more bad days than good days.
I adjusted then struck again. The punch landed harder, but
