Isabella's POV
"Again!" Agatha roared as I tried to catch my breath, my muscles trembling from exertion.
Her training was relentless. We quarrel all night for two nights, and she doesn't seem fazed at all.
I wiped the sweat from my brow, my vision still tinged red at the edges from our last exchange. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth where I'd bitten my tongue.
"I can't," I gasped, my knees threatening to buckle. I was strong, but she was fast, and before I could fight back, her fist always connected with some part of my body.
Agatha's crimson eyes flashed. "You can," she snarled, lunging before I could react.
Her fist connected with my ribs—crack.
Damn it, I think she broke two of them.
"Goddamit," I said through gritted teeth as I tried to hold my ground despite the p
