Hannah It was bright and early, the sun barely having warmed the ground outside. I had been up for a while already—painstakingly preparing myself for today. Training. After Noah had agreed to Drake’s challenge, we had scheduled Saturday to begin. Today, I would be receiving a lesson from both
“Nice of you to finally show up,” Noah grumbled, turning away to rifle through his own bag. Drake huffed as he set his stuff down on the bench. “Sorry,” he replied casually. “Hit traffic. Are you all warmed up, Hannah?” “I only just got here myself.” I shot Noah a glance, but he wasn’t looking—h
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
I gasped, instinctively leaning forward and gripping the edge of the bench as Noah groaned and veered a roundhouse kick toward Drake. With a swift swipe, he caught Drake right in the side of the head. “Drake!” I cried out, leaping to my feet. The fight had only just begun, and yet it seemed as tho
Hannah I burst out into the cool morning air, gasping for breath and clutching my stomach. The image of Drake and Noah pounding each other into a pulp was seared into my mind, both terrifying and sickening all at once. All I wanted was to learn how to fight again—how to protect myself and my bab
“I’m going to let both of you train me,” I replied coldly, turning on my heel to make my way back to the training center. “Separately, because you’re clearly both too childish to work together.” With that, I brushed past them and stormed off. As we stepped back into the training center, Noah grumb
Hannah It was another early morning, but unlike the last one, it was particularly cold and rainy—the first signs of a long and very wet spring. It took all of my willpower to roll out of bed that morning, and just about all of my energy to pull my hair back into a ponytail and put on my training c
“Not bad,” he said, catching his breath for a moment before standing and holding his hand out to me. “I think we can call it a day now.” Nodding, I took his hand—he hauled me to my feet with little effort, practically lifting me off the ground entirely as he did so. “Thanks. That was…” I paused, w