Chapter Eight
Hey! Ow! HEY!!! I said, thats ENOUGH!
Claudia stepped back, panting and sweating. She held up her hands. Sorry! Sorry! I got a little carried away.
A little carried away? Her sparring partner rubbed at her upper arm. Who were you trying to kill? I know it wasnt me.
Im sorry, Carline. Still breathing heavily, Claudia peeled the thinly-padded gloves off of her hands. I think I just had a lot to work off. The adrenaline that had been fueling her was fading away now. She felt suddenly tired.
Uh-huh. Carline nodded. She wiped her forearm across her brow. She was half a head taller than Claudia. Her coffee-and-cream skin shone with her own sweat. She took off her own gloves, tossed them away, and ran her fingers back through her close-cropped black hair. What
