Bang!
Ethan's door flew open with a crash, startling him out of his haze.
At the doorway stood Lyla, her face pale but filled with alarm. She spotted him sprawled on the floor and immediately rushed to his side.
"Ethan! What's wrong?" she asked, panicked.
Wincing through the pain, Ethan forced himself to sit up. "I'm fine… just overdid it with the workout."
Lyla's gaze swept over the room, taking in the assortment of fitness equipment strewn about. She exhaled deeply, holding back tears, and punched Ethan square in the chest.
"Ow!" he gasped, clutching his ribs. For someone still recovering, her punch carried enough force to knock the wind out of him. If she had been at full strength, Ethan was certain she could've broken a few bones.
It always surprised him how much power Lyla could pack into her tiny frame. He knew she was capable, but he never imagined how intense her training must've been.
