She shakes her head. “Really?”
I shrug, not bothering to hide my smirk. “Just curious.”
The frivolous question seems to irritate her more than anything else I’ve said in the last half an hour.She throws a punch again, but I dodge it.
“I thought you said you were holding back?” I say. “I couldn’t tell.”
She moves again, and again, I dodge.
I can tell she’s getting frustrated, but I’m not about to give her an easy win. She wants to fight me?Fine. It’s all tough love from here, little one.
She’s not without skill. Her new body is made for physical combat. But it’s more than that. She’s gotdrive and determination. The fire to fuel the engine.
She sends another punch my direction. I pluck it out of the air, spin her around, and pull her into myembrace backwards. Her spine hits my chest w
