I groaned as my body slammed forcefully down on the mat. Was she trying to kill me? I lay there for a moment as I tried to draw air into my lungs. I smacked the mat with my hand and stood. Chris smirked at me. I wanted to rip every single blond hair from her head. She’d already broken my wrist and I’d had to sit for twenty minutes while it healed. Her pale green eyes shimmered. She was enjoying kicking my ass way too much. “Christian,” Caeden said for the one-hundredth time. “You’re supposed to be teaching her, not killing her.” “Do you think Travis is going to teach her to fight before he kills her? I think not,” she rolled her shoulders and raised her fists. “Besides I’m not hitting her that hard.” I could argue with that. My bruises were quickly forming bruises and I still had a round with Bentley and Bryce.