‘Bella focus!’ roared Rowan as Isabella scrambled to her feet for the fifth time, wiping her glove across her mouth as she spit blood onto the canvas of the boxing ring.
‘I am focused’ she spat back angrily.
‘If you were focused I wouldn’t be kicking your ass right now’ Rowan threw back as he sent his right fist toward her face, following up with a left to her ribs and a kick to her stomach that sent her crashing backwards into the ropes.
Pushing herself away from the boundary angrily, Isabella stepped back to her spot, her eyes fixed to Rowans as he began to circle her again.
‘What’s on your mind Bella?’ he murmured as they inched around the ring, ‘what is it that is taking your concentration away from your opponent? What are these thoughts that are making you weak and easy to second
