Chapter 174

“I’m going to let both of you train me,” I replied coldly, turning to leave for the training center. “Separately, because you’re clearly too childish to work together.” I brushed past them and stormed off.

Back in the training center, Noah grumbled, “What changed your mind?”

I paused, gathering my things. Honestly, I wasn’t sure—their display was sickening and infuriating, yet it also revealed their fighting abilities and passion.

“Just… accept it and shut up,” I growled, zipping my bag and throwing it over my shoulder. “And if either of you messes up again, I’m calling a real trainer.”

Noah and Drake exchanged glances and nodded. But I wasn’t satisfied.

“I expect an apology from both of you before I do anything.”

A heavy silence followed. Both stiffened. I saw Noah’s nostrils flare, Drake’s sharp intake of breath.

“I mean it,” I growled, showing my fangs slightly.

Drake moved first. He turned to Noah, extending a hand, revealing his bruised face. “I’m sorry, man,” he said quietly. “That was too far.”

Noah remained stiff, his eyes darting between Drake’s hand and face. For a moment, I thought he’d leave, but he didn’t.

To my surprise, he shook Drake’s hand. “I’m sorry, too. And…” He paused, clenching his jaw. “You’re a good fighter. I’ll give you that.”

Drake chuckled. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

“Good,” I huffed, brushing past them. “Put it behind you, or next time, I’ll pummel you both.”

Without looking back, I headed for the door, hiding a small smile. Maybe that apology, especially from Noah, was progress. I couldn't be sure.

Before I reached the door, I heard footsteps. Drake skidded to a halt in front of me, head bowed.

“I have to ask something,” he whispered. “About compensation…”

I frowned, adjusting my bag. “You want me to pay you? Are you strapped for cash?”

Drake shook his head, lowering his voice, glancing at Noah, who was rinsing his face. “No. It’s… if I train you, could you help me with Zoe?”

My lips pursed. Zoe.

“All I ask is one last date,” he said. “If you help me set up a date with her, I’ll train you. And I won’t do anything like that again.” He gestured to the blood on his shirt.

I hesitated. Zoe wasn’t interested in him, and frankly, neither was I. But Drake was a friend, and he looked desperate. Then I saw Noah splashing water on his face, and I softened, for reasons I didn’t want to admit. Maybe if I got Zoe away from him…

I shouldn’t have considered it, but I did. I’d seen a part of Noah that day, a fighting spirit, a possible care.

Shoving past Drake, I snapped, “Fine. But this is the last time.”