Chapter 21 Nathan

• It had been two days since the fight, and I still couldn’t shake her from my thoughts. Her petite figure had moved with a kind of grace I hadn’t expected—fluid, deliberate, deadly. Each punch she threw sent a shiver of admiration down my spine. She wasn’t just skilled; she was captivating.
• I regretted not getting a proper look at her face, but those black eyes, the way they burned into mine—damn. I hadn’t seen eyes like that before. They were haunting, glaring at me through the shadows like she had nothing to fear, like she was daring me to come closer.
• Who was she? And why couldn’t I stop thinking about her?