Chapter 29

Archer.

“Archer, keep your guard up!” Professor Evan barked. I threw another jab, the impact sending a shock up my arm. My muscles were on fire, but I wasn’t about to slow down.

“Good, again! Faster this time!” His voice cut through the haze of sweat and focus. I pushed harder, the gym’s dim lights casting long shadows, making it feel like I was fighting more than just a bag—maybe even my own demons.

“Archer, you have someone wanting to see you!” Evan suddenly called out. My fists froze mid-air, the words pulling me out of my zone.

“Who?” I muttered, my voice rough. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Hell, I didn’t want anyone here. This was my place to train, to prepare, without distractions.

Evan just smirked, jerking his head toward the door. “You’ll see.”

I wiped my brow with the back of my glove, curiosity gnawing at me. The door creaked open, and there she was—Katrina.

She stood there, looking completely out of place in the grimy gym, yet somehow owning it. Her eyes locked on mine, and