Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 106

Chapter 106: Cut

Lennox's POV

She stood before me with folded arms, clearly not happy that I was there.

"Why are you here?" she asked, sounding so irritated.

I shrugged, pushed back my emotions, and gave her a hard expression. "Why can't I be here? This is the training field, not your room."

Olivia's eyes narrowed, her glare sharp. "Then train," she snapped, turning away from me and falling back into her stance. "Don't just stand there gawking."

I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to ignore the tightness in my chest. "Your steps are sloppy," I said coldly.

She froze. Slowly, she turned to face me again, her expression unreadable. "What?"

"Your left leg drags on the pivot. Your form's weaker than usual," I said, trying to sound calm, like I wasn't suffocating on everything that happened minutes ago. "If you're going to act like a warrior, then fight like one."

Her lips curled into a furious smirk. "Oh, really?" she asked, voice dripping with anger. And before I could brace myself, she snatched a training knife from the weapons rack beside her and threw it.

Fast. Sharp.

I caught it—barely.

The force behind it was no joke.

"You've got a mouth on you today," I said, swinging the blade, tasting it.

Without a word, she attacked me.

She didn't hesitate, not for a second. Her attacks came at me in a blur of movement, and though I blocked the first few strikes, I wasn't in the fight. I was distracted by her—the fire in her eyes, the tension in her jaw, the grace of every furious hit.

She spun, ducked low, and the next thing I knew, her blade sliced clean across my arm.

I hissed in pain, stepping back and looking down at the blood seeping through my sleeve.

She smirked. "Maybe you should spend less time fucking and more time training," she sneered.

words hitting harder

She wasn't done.

wouldn't be getting your ass handed to you. Even your brothers are better fighters, and they've never slacked

Those exact damn

deeper than the

rage, memories replaying in

wounds I

I snapped.

Sparks flew. She fought back with

quick, controlled arc—and sliced

back, clutching the

happened, regret surged through

"Olivia—" I stepped forward.

she said, her voice

wide—not with fear, but with

And disappointment.

kind I

had

the hell have

saying a word, she began walking away, and without thinking,

said again, rushing after her, my chest

bleeding profusely, and she covered

me take care of

then turned her head slightly, her voice calm but annoyed. "It's training,

than any blade. I

real fight," I said, my voice low. "You're

to face me fully, her expression unreadable but her tone sharp. "Care for your own wound, Lennox. That one's bleeding

shook my head, taking another step forward,

you should do," she snapped, her

"What the hell happened?"

furious and cold, echoed across the

I froze.

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