Brinley

I followed Langdon down to the basement.

...or the pit of hell, as I was coming to think of it.

I hadn't known him very well when we began but had a sneaking suspicion he wasn't going to be easy on me, not at all.

I had been right.

Every day for the past seven days was proof.

Langdon would coach me.

I would attempt to bring him to his knees.

And he would chuckle while knocking me on my ass, every time.

Opening the door, Langdon motioned for me to go through first, a sly smirk on his ...