Chapter 22

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Anna POV

I had spoken to Alexander this morning about the possibility of extending the knife training course to include a group challenge and he thought it was a great idea, so I asked him when we could work on it. Marcus said that unless some unexpected business came up that we could have the day to work on it. Now I just had to wait for Alexander to get his ass back from eating so that we could continue working on it.

I have always enjoyed training with knives, the feel of them, the precision, the way they feel when I cut flesh with them, it's so exhilarating. I faced my new target and pulled on my blindfold. My other sense heightened, I could hear the sounds around me clearer, feel the small changes in the breeze coming through the door. I concentrated on my breathing. I threw my first blade, I heard it hit something. I threw my second and immediately my third. Two more hits. I throw my fourth and then I turn 180 degrees and throw my fifth and final one over my shoulder. I could hear someone's footsteps approaching.

I smile, I know the only two people would approach me when I was blindfolded with knives would be Alexander and Marcus, and if it was Marcus, I would smell him, so it had to be Alexander. Without taking off my blindfold and turned in the direction of the footsteps, "I was wondering how long you'd take for lunch."

The footsteps stopped. "How did you know it was me?"

"What can I say, I'm just that good," I say chuckling. I take off my blindfold, "how did I do?"

He looked at me, "All bullseyes as usual Anna, I swear, do you ever miss?"

"With a knife? Not since I was about 14. Guns, on the other hand, I still occasionally miss with them, but not that often."

"Remind me never to piss you off!"

I laugh, "Come on, let's go look at redoing this course." He nods at me. We're about halfway across the room when I hear high heels on the floor. That's odd, normally people who wear high heels aren't in here. I turn around to see a gorgeous blonde-haired beauty walking through the entrance and towards Marcus's office. She was wearing a short black dress that clung to her.

 She was wearing a short black dress that clung to her

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"Marcus!" she calls in a sickly-sweet voice. "Marcus baby, are you in there? I miss you baby; I need to see you!"

I turn to Alexander who's currently looking very embarrassed. "Who's that?" I ask him

"Ah, well, that would be, um."

"Just say it, Alex."

"One of his old fuck buddies, from before he met you. I swear they haven't hooked up since he met you though."

"Alexander, I grew up in this world, I know all men have a past. As long as he's not cheating, it's none of my business."

"Marcus!" she calls out again

"Is he even in there?" I ask Alexander.

He shakes his head, "No, he's having lunch with his father."

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