#Chapter 296: Just One Fight

Hannah For what felt like the hundredth time that morning, I sidestepped Drake’s punch with ease, narrowly dodging his hook. Training with him had become an obsession of mine lately. He’d pushed me in ways I hadn’t expected, helping me learn how to use my speed and endurance instead of relying on sheer strength. And as much as I’d never tell him outright, I was grateful for every grueling minute. Every bruise, every sore muscle—it was all worth it. “Nice one, Hannah,” he called, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes as he threw another jab my way. “You’re getting better. Actually starting to make me work for once.” “Oh, don’t get all sentimental on me, Drake,” I replied, catching his feint this time and deflecting his strike with a roll of my shoulder. “I know you love taking it easy on me.” “Easy?” He chuckled, lunging forward. “Sweetheart, you haven’t seen ‘easy’ yet.” His punch missed my head by inches as I ducked, coming up behind him just in time