My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian Novel - Chapter 39

Fenris

The leather bag was old. It was cracked in several places, leaking thin streams of sand onto the stone floor every time I hit it. The heavy chains groaned, a high-pitched metallic scrape that echoed in the small, windowless space. This was the belly of the mountain, a place the torches barely touched. The only sound was the rhythmic thud-thud of my knuckles hitting the hide.

I punched harder. I wanted the ache. I needed the sharp, white-hot sting in my wrists to drown out the memory of how Sera’s pulse had hammered against her neck when I leaned in earlier. I could still smell her—that Southern scent of citrus and something soft—clinging to my skin.

"What did the bag do to you?"

I didn't stop. I didn't turn around. I just drove a left hook into the leather, making the bag swing wild.