CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
A SECOND CHANCE MAYBE?
Theo’s POV
She steps out of the building just as I’m unlocking the car. Her damp hair is tied up in a messy bun, loose strands framing her flushed face. She’s wearing a fresh hoodie and jeans, but even under the streetlights, I can see the faint red marks on her knuckles from earlier sparring.
She fought hard. I’d give her that. Hell, she is much stronger than most of the batch that belongs to the first time trainees.
“Didn’t think you’d take that long,” I tease as she slides into the passenger seat, putting her bag in the back seat.
She shoots me a sideways glare as she clicks the seatbelt into place. “Excuse me for not wanting to smell like sweat.”
I chuckle, pulling away from the curb. “Fair enough.”
The car falls into a silence that i
