“Hmm, is that so? Alright, princess—show me what you’ve got.”

Genesis inhaled deeply, her smile fading as a harder, sterner expression took its place. She raised her hands into fists, pulling them up in front of her chest, shoulders squared in a tight defensive stance. She wasn’t looking at him as her husband now—she was seeing an opponent. A strong one.

“Someone’s ready to rumble,” Knight chuckled, rolling his shoulders loose as his eyes tracked her every move.

Genesis didn’t smile back. Her fists clenched tighter, her breath steady and controlled. Then she lunged—fast, sharp, so sudden it actually made him blink. Her fist cut the air toward his jaw,...