Chapter 0727

My voice trailed off. I didn't want to say it, but I didn't really need to; Matt knew what I was talking about.

"It's okay to be angry, Enzo," he said softly. "Just don't take it out on her."

"I'm not. You can trust me on that." I ran a hand through my hair and sighed.

Truthfully, ever since the pure shit that had gone down in Mila's underground palace, I had developed some... anger issues. The punching bag helped, but only so much. Lately I had caught myself having to refrain from snapping at Nina over small things, and I felt like shit for it.

"I haven't yelled at her or anything like that," I said. "I don't even think she knows how angry I get sometimes."

"She notices. Nina notices everything." Matt met my gaze squarely. "But she loves you, even if you're beating that punching bag to a pulp,"

I swallowed and looked over at the punching bag; there was a sizeable dent in it now that hadn't been there just days prior.

I should give it a

smirked. "How about a spar, then?" he asked.

A spar would be

circled each other, fists raised in front of our faces. Despite our outwardly sweaty and out of breath appearances, we were in high spirits. With music playing over the bluetooth speaker and our usual banter filling the air, it felt no different from a casual

me," Matt teased, egging me on.

and went for an uppercut beneath Matt's ribs-avoiding the face for good sportsmanship. I got a couple of good jabs in, and then Matt whirled around me,

a spar. Something light-hearted to get the blood pumping. That was all it was supposed

of my knee. I whirled around,

no

by... by the bear that I had fought in

skin was rotting

said, beckoning to me. "Come on,

know is that I utterly lost it. My breaths came out in enraged growls, my chest heaving, my fists

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255