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7:33 AM

Thorne had been waiting. He was pretty damn good at that.

"Hey," he said, leaning over her shoulder from behind. "What's up, tic tac?" His grin was wicked. "Heard there's a good sushi place 'round here we should try. If you beat me in the ring, I'll buy."

"That's disgusting and we're agreed on one thing at least," Thorne retorted, his grin wicked. "You can't ruin sushi like that. It's a sin against god, you know."

He shrugged and stepped into the ring after her. "Wouldn't be the first time," he said. "Hey, I spent nearly a decade in the military getting my a** handed to me. No hard feelings, yeah?"

"What, you hate me for something else?" Thorne asked, a grin on his face. "Look, of the two of us, I think you got the less complicated man to bone. I'm dating a ******** werewolf, after all."

He fell back into a fighting stance, gesturing for her to come at him and make good on her word. If there was one thing they shared in common, it was a love of fighting as a type of therapy.

Therapy that required fists.

"Why would I cry?' Thorne raised his brows. "Ah man, have I got stories to tell you about this girl I used to know... she kicked my ******** a** from first grade to high school and back. I think she's moving here, actually. s**t."

Thorne pointed his fingers at her like guns, a grin on his face. "God, no," he retorted, shrugging his shoulders. "And don't curse yourself. Watch this crazy a** s**t place turn your boyfriend into a vampire. Then who's the Bella in this situation?"

He tilted his head, smiling mildly. "Not my thing," he responded, just before she reeled and kicked him in the chest.

Make no mistake, Thorne had been kicked by plenty of girls, plenty of times before. This was not a normal kick though. This was. <******** - AUTUMN - "

Thorne had caught her ankle immediately, which was probably the only reason he hadn't been sent across the ring. He did slide back a few feet though from the impact, a gasp reeling in his throat. His entire chest exploded with pain that wasn't normal for a ******** kick and he yelled a surprised sound and fell backwards, groaning.

"Autumn, I love you, and I love fighting you," he wheezed from the ground, "But you just ******** cracked my ribs - ******** - damn, s**t. That was not normal!"

Thorne was not a wimp. He knew all about pain. But cracking ribs wasn't ever a pleasant experience. A litany of sailors curses came out of his lips and he pressed one hand to his chest, tugging at the tank top he wore with a sharp groan. There was already a giant bruise forming in the shape of Autumn's foot.

Good job, Autumn.

Thorne was on his back on the floor completely fine with whatever Autumn was doing. He was too busy cursing the world for werewolf boyfriends and girls that kicked with the strength of ******** deer.

When she spoke, he realized she'd taken all of the pain. "I'm going to take a guess," he grimaced, pushing up onto his elbows to look at her, "that what you just did was - I don't know, part of this whole magic thing? I mean, the kick part. And the magical phoenix down part."

He wheezed a laugh, rubbing at his chest.

"I think you got it all." He grinned at her, a wild glint in his eyes. "Nice one. Just - turn it on like, actual enemies next time, yeah?"

"Hell yes I want to go test it out on some trees!"

Thorne laughed again, falling straight onto his back and stretching his hands above his head, back arching off the floor. "And then I guess I have to buy you sushi or somethin'. I think I lost that round fair and square."