The training mats were still warm beneath their feet, the echo of the last bout lingering in the air. Artemis Grace stood tall, her breath steady, a sheen of sweat glistening on her brow. She offered a crooked, confident grin, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face as she circled back to the center of the ring.

“You’re tougher than you look,” Artemis teased, her eyes glinting with challenge. With a quick flick of her wrist, she beckoned her sparring partner forward, rolling her shoulders in anticipation. “But I hope you’re not tired yet. I think you’ve got another round in you.”

She bounced lightly on the balls of her feet, her stance loose but ready, every muscle coiled for action. The thrill of competition danced in her gaze—eager, relentless, and inviting. The promise of round two hung between them, electric and irresistible.