champion.
Elena sighed inwardly. She had spent years mastering her discipline, learning to control her
emotions and her power. She had promised herself she wouldn't engage in senseless
brawls. But looking into Marcus's mocking eyes, she recognized a breed of arrogance that only
respected one language.
"A lesson in the ring?" Elena asked, tilting her head slightly.
"Yeah, just a light spar," Marcus laughed, clearly expecting her to back down. "Don't worry, I
won't mess up your face too bad."
"Alright," Elena said smoothly. She turned away from the heavy bag and walked straight toward