The ache in his knuckles making him look at his hands, Lorca saw fresh blood soaking through the thin sparring gloves. He flexed his fingers. They would hurt for a while, but there was nothing broken. “I’m better now.” He really was a far cry from being “better,” let alone “okay” or “fine.” But these two junior officers, looking for a workout free from distractions, did not deserve to be the brunt of his emotional outbursts.
