Pain. Throbbing pain.
"Jesus, Han! Where is your head today? You saw that punch coming from a mile away."
Cullen helps me up as I groan and grasp my swelling cheekbone. He's right- I did see that punch coming. But, oddly enough, I felt myself panic, still in a moment where I needed to be quick. My mind was somewhere else.
More like with someone else.
Cullen raises an eyebrow at me as I sway on my feet, my body- and ego- still reeling from the shock of being knocked on my ass. "That should leave a nice bruise."
I shove Cullen's shoulder, "Don't get too cocky, Cowboy. It was a lucky hit."
He chuckles but I don't miss his slight flinch as he rolls his shoulder. I smile to myself and step out of the ring, my sparring partner close behind. "Lucky hit my ass. I just put the Hanna Marsh
