Noah & Hannah
Noah’s POV
Noah was tired of Drake’s obvious posturing. He was tired of the bastard constantly undermining him, trying to make him appear like an asshole. He was tired of Drake manipulating Hannah into thinking that he was anything more than a simpering playboy.
“Guys, please don’t do this.” Hannah stood, dusting herself off, and placed her hands on her hips. “This is ridiculous. I’m here to train, not to watch you two have a pissing contest.”
But Noah didn’t care. He whipped his head toward Hannah, gritting his teeth. “Hannah, go sit on the bench,” he commanded.
Drake nodded before Hannah could refuse. “It’ll be easier this way. You can choose whoever wins as your sparring partner.”
Hannah paused for a moment, her eyes flickering back and forth between the two of them,
