Chapter 48

Aria's POV

I took a deep breath and turned back to Hunter, but he wasn’t paying me any attention. Instead, he was adjusting a large punching bag. I winced as I stared at the punching bag. I would probably break my fist if I attempted to punch it.

Hunter took his time, adjusting and setting up the punching bag, while I stood awkwardly waiting for him to start today’s lesson. After a moment of waiting, I was getting slightly irritated. I did not wake up by six in the morning to stand awkwardly, waiting for him to teach me.

“What is today’s lesson? Am I going to punch that?” I asked, when I was fed up with the long silence.

Hunter paused in the adjustment he was doing, and turned to me with a bored look on his face.

“Punch what?” he asked, “With what fists?”