ROMAN
I couldn’t stop the small laugh that slipped out of me. Jeffery, standing there, looked like he was actually serious about sparring. He wanted to spar with me.
"Are you serious right now?" I asked.
"Of course. Show me what you've got," Jeffery said.
I shifted slightly on my feet, loosening my stance, and the corner of my mouth twitched.
“Alright, fine,” I said, the words barely carrying the weight of my acceptance.
Jeffery’s eyes narrowed slightly, a small smirk forming, like he was daring me to regret agreeing. I didn’t back down.
My muscles tensed, anticipation buzzing through me as we circled each other, his movements measured.
There was a rhythm to it, a feeling that I couldn’t name but felt in my bones.
I struck first, testing him. My punch came fast enough to make him
