The housecleaning staff had kept any dust from gathering in Rafi’s home gym, one of the first things he’d splurged on when Distant Kingdom hit it big. Ideally Rafi preferred to work out with a trainer or sparring partner, but he liked being able to exercise at home, too. He forced his body through a short warm-up with the jump rope, so he wouldn’t injure himself in his enthusiasm, then attacked the punching bag. It didn’t take him long to work up a sweat, channeling all the thoughts he didn’t want to think and all the feelings he didn’t want to feel into his shoulders and fists and the occasional kick.
“That bad, huh?” Amber walked in without knocking, carrying a bag of breakfast burritos and two cups of coffee.
Rafi wiped sweat from his eyes. “Pretty much. You’re gussied up,” he added,
