"Wow," Lila calls after me. "Abandoning us again."
"I'll come back later!"
"You better!"
I hurry down the hallway with Aaron walking beside me. The closer we get to the training room, the faster my heart starts beating, because if Zane has been waiting thirty minutes already… it's is not going to be pleasant for me.
By the time I reach the training room, I'm slightly out of breath. Not necessarily because the walk is long but because I know exactly who and wht is waiting for me inside.
Aaron opens the door for me and steps aside as I I walk in.
Zane is already on the mat…Of course he is.
He's shirtless again, dark sweatpants hanging low on his hips, with one hand wrapped in the training tape he uses for punching drills. The heavy punching bag beside him is still swaying slightly like he's been hitting it and hard too.
His head lifts the second he hears the door.
Those sharp, cutting eyes land on me immediately and I feel the temperature in the room drop.
