Stepping out of the ring, he wiped the sweat from his face with a black towel. His breathing was still heavy, his mind still clouded with the ever-present resentment.
Ramon stared at her coldly, one eyebrow raised. His voice was flat, edged with sarcasm.
“And what are you doing here?” he scoffed. “You think a ballerina can patch me up?”
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