Chapter 19

George POV

The training room buzzed with energy as Becca and I circled each other, our movements fluid and instinctive. Her eyes sparkled with determination, a playful challenge dancing in her gaze.

"Alright Old man, lest see what you've got!" she taunted, her voice filled with playful banter as she feigned a jab towards me.

I grinned, pride swelling in my chest as I blocked her attack with ease. "You're getting faster, kiddo, but you still have a long way to go," I teased, launching into a series of quick jabs and feints to keep her on her toes.

Her laughter filled the air as we danced around each other, exchanging playful blows. She was growing stronger with each passing day, her reflexes sharp and her movements graceful.

But I wasn't about to let her win without a fight.

With a burst of speed, I lunged forward, aiming to catch her off guard. But she was ready, sidestepping my attack with ease and seizing my outstretched arm. Before I knew it, she had flipped me onto my back,