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Lara looked around, a bit confused, as if she couldn’t understand why we were doing this. To be honest, a part of me wasn’t sure either. Maybe I hoped to scare her enough to make her stop training with Octavia.
I knew I shouldn’t be acting this way. I had no right to tell her what to do, but my fear clouded my judgment, and all I could focus on was getting Lara to promise me she’d never set foot in this gym again.
“You want us to fight?” she inquired.
I nodded.
“I’m tired,” she replied. “Octavia told me not to fight. She said I need to focus on gaining some muscle.”
“Making excuses now?” I taunted.
She narrowed her eyes at me, clearly not liking to be seen as someone who backed down from a challenge.
“Well?” I pressed.
“Fine,” she sneered.
She stepped closer, preparing
