Staring around the room, her eyes wide with surprise, Isabella took in the vast array of fitness and martial arts equipment that adorned the room. As her eyes travelled toward the centre of the room, they alighted on a large boxing ring and a man with his back to them shadow boxing, jabbing his fists and dancing across the mat as he fought his imaginary opponent.
Her eyes narrowing, Isabella scowled as Rowan’s face swung into her view when he turned toward the door, hearing the soft click as it shut behind them.
Grinning down at her angry stance, Rowan walked over to the ropes, leaning against them as he nodded his head in her direction.
‘Good morning Princess’ he said jovially.
Ignoring his greeting, Isabella retorted, ‘Nice to see you are keeping up your fitness, is this in case y
