Ezra
Only one week was left before the challenge. And I was losing my damn mind.
I stood in the center of the training grounds, bare-chested, bruised, and breathing heavily. My knuckles were raw, my arms bloodied from sparring without holding back. Around me, warriors had formed a wide circle and none dared to step in. Especially not after witnessing the last three go down brutally. I had cracked their ribs and probably left some with concussions. I knew that they would heal soon enough.
But I didn’t care. Every punch I threw, every fist I blocked and every howl I let rip into the air wasn’t enough to drown the memory of her lips.
All I could see, through the blur of motion and sweat and adrenaline, were her lips. The way Tonya’s soft lips, trembled under my lips. They tasted like des
