Annabelle’s muscles screamed in protest as she lay sprawled on the padded training mat.

She wasn’t entirely sure how long she had been down there, but her entire body felt like it had been trampled by a herd of elephants.

For a moment, she didn’t even dare sit up for fear that Antonia would come at her again with one of her elegant yet ruthless moves.

Across the room, Antonia stood tall, her dressy blouse and tailored trousers still looking nearly immaculate save for a faint sheen of sweat glistening along her hairline.

She didn’t even seem winded, which made Annabelle want to scream in frustration.

The ridiculous woman had...