#Chapter 238: Feisty

Hannah I wiped the sweat from my face and neck with a towel, gulping down water from my bottle. My muscles ached pleasantly from the intense workout, my limbs feeling delightfully loose and limber. “Great session today, Hannah,” Drake said, clapping me on the shoulder. He might have even been more breathless than I was. “You really gave me a run for my money.” “I’m glad to know I’ve finally put you in your place, Drake.” Drake grinned roguishly and guzzled down his own water. “Speaking of putting men in their place,” Viona cooed, leaning against the ropes surrounding the sparring ring, “how was your date the other night? Was Alpha David just as much of a bastard as he seems?” I groaned, remembering the disaster of a date with David. “It was awful,” I grunted, grabbing my towel and slipping beneath the ropes. “A complete waste of time, actually. I should have just stayed home.” “That bad, huh?” Drake asked, raising an eyebrow. I sighed as