Smack!
Thud!
Thud!
Twack!
Caelum panted hard, hurling punch after punch into the sandbag like he was beating the hell out of a real enemy.
Sweat streamed down his back and chest, tracing the sculpted lines of his torso.
The gym's bright lights caught the slick sheen on his bare skin, highlighting every tense ripple of muscle.
His sage eyes locked onto the bag with a deadly stare, his brow furrowed deep, sharp enough to make a hole in the poor sandbag.
Each blow flung droplets of sweat from his soaked hair, strands sticking to his forehead as his fists moved faster, heavier, more brutal.
Bam!
His final punch struck with such force that the chain snapped, the sandbag crashing to the ground like a corpse dropping on cold concrete.
Caelum stood there, panting hard, jaw tight, staring down at the fallen bag with a satisfied glare.
Lethia's smiling face haunted the rhythm of his breath. He should've just claimed her, marked her that night.
