“GET UP!” Rowan shouted as Victoria lay sprawled on his
floor, huffing for a breath. Sweat poured from her face and her heart felt like
it would explode at any minute. “I said get up!” The iciness in Rowan’s tone
fueled the anger boiling inside her and she growled as she struggled to her
feet.
Her chest heaved with every breath, but she dug her heels in, refusing to give up. The day started with a test of magic that moved into hand-to-hand combat but now evolved into Rowan turning her into his personal punching bag. When he insisted on having Marcel participate in a two versus one situation, she thought for sure she was gonna break beyond repair.
And yet, despite the number of times he’d put her on her ass, it still felt as though he was holding back. He hadn’t caused any serious damage or pain; like a snake toying with its prey before swallowing it whole.
