Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137: Chapter 137.

A muscle in his jaw ticks.

"Get back in position."

"No."

He stares at me.

"You wanted to train."

"Yeah, and now I want to know why you’re acting like a pissed off bear that someone poked with a stick."

"That’s not none of your business."

"Oh it absolutely is my business when you’re the one throwing me onto the mat every thirty seconds."

His eyes narrow slightly.

"You’re exaggerating."

"Am I?"

I take a step toward him.

"You’ve been slamming that punching bag like it owes you money since I walked in here."

He says nothing.

"So something c clearly happened," I continue.

Still nothing.

I sigh dramatically.

"You’re unbelievably stubborn."

"And you’re unbelievably nosy."

"Yes I am."

I shrug.

"Glad we cleared that up."

He turns slightly, clearly intending to walk past me toward the punching bag again.

I step right in front of him.

"Don’t walk away from em."

"Move."

"No."

"Elaine."

"Zane."

We stand there for a second, staring at each other like two people who absolutely refuse to back down.

"You’re ve very exhausting," he mutters.

"And you’re brooding."

"I’m not brooding."

"You’re absolutely brooding."

"I’m training you."

"No, you’re punching things because you’re mad about something."

He exhales slowly through his nose, like he’s trying very hard not to lose his patience with me.

"Last warning," he says.

"Or what?"

He looks at me and there’s something in his eyes that makes my stomach twist slightly.

"Drop it."

I tilt my head.

"Make me."

Yeah, definitely not my smartest moment today.

His shoulders stiffen slightly bur instead of snapping immediately, he turns away from me again and walks over to the punching bag.

Fine!. If he thinks ignoring me is going to work....

I follow him.

"You know what I think?" I say.

He hits the bag.

THUD.

"I think you’re upset about something." I say again

THUD.

"And instead of dealing with it like a normal human being...::."

THUD.

"You decided beating me up during training would make you feel better."

The bag swings wildly now as Zane’s fists slam into it again and again and again, each punch harder than the last.

"You done?" he mutters.

"No."

He hits the bag again.

THUD.

"You know," I continue casually, "someone told me something interesting this morning."

That punch lands harder, the chain rattling above us.

"Elaine....."

"About your sister."

The next punch stops halfway, the bag swings slowly back toward him and his shoulders go completely still.

Uh oh.

Okay, that definitely got his attention.

I fold my arms again.

"So," I say carefully, "today is the anniversary."

He doesn’t turn around and for a second I wonder if he’s just going to keep ignoring me.

Then his voice comes out quiet

"Who told you."

"Martha."

A pause.

"I see."

Another silence stretches between us as the bag finally stops swinging.

I shift my weight slightly.

"So... are you going to tell me why you’re acting like the world is ending?"

Nothing.

"Zane."

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