took a wrong turn on their way to the yoga studio."
A few of his followers chuckled nervously. Marcus thrived on the approval of his audience. He
wrapped his gloves and swaggered over to where Elena was working the bag. She was throwing
light combinations, focusing on form rather than power.
"Hey there, sweetheart," Marcus interrupted, stepping far too close into her space. "This is a real
boxing gym. You might hurt those pretty knuckles on that bag. Want me to show you how to
throw a real punch?"
Elena paused, resting her gloved hands against the heavy bag. She turned her head slowly, her
expression unreadable. She looked at Marcus, taking in his imposing frame, his sneer, and the