Chapter 60

• The rhythmic sound of fists slamming into a punching bag echoed through the private gym, each hit filled with raw frustration.
• Lucian, shirtless with shorts hanging low in the waist moved hard and fast, his muscles tense, his knuckles reddened from the force of his blows.
• Sweat dripped down his temple, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. Not when his mind was a storm of Amara, Alex, and the gnawing ache in his chest that refused to subside.