I knew they were only trying to make me a better fighter, but I needed a break and didn't want to go up against her of all people. I guzzled water from a bottle in a nearby ice chest and struggled to get my breathing under control, keenly aware of her eyes on me. Probably assuming I'd be too tired now to put up much of a fight.
And she might've been right.
When my break was over, Sloan waltzed into the ring, looking fresh and confident, like a wolf ready to make an easy kill.
When the fight started, she threw a few jabs at me, every single one of them landing.
"Block, Harlow, block," Ferdinand shouted. "Fists up!"
I thought they were up.
Sloan spun around quickly, lifting her leg and clocking me with a roundhouse kick. Gravity must've given up on me then because suddenly my fee
