Fiona’s POV.
For the fifth time that day, I was tossed onto my back. Hard.
This time I don’t even bother standing up, I just suck in the little air that I can manage before rolling onto my side and attempting to keep the vomit in and not all over the training mats.
I saw Hansel standing on the sidelines and strangely enough this is the first time since he became my personal guard, I saw a bit of emotion on his face, it was amusement but still, it was nice to know he wasn’t completely made of ice underneath those layers.
“Fiona, are you okay?” Kane calls from above me, I turn once again onto my back to see him standing over me with concern on his face, his chest is bare and there’s sweat sliding down his sculpted stomach, I swallow thickly and nod in affirmation.
Of course I kept on lo
