Katelyn's POV

The sharp sound of metal striking metal echoed through the fencing hall. 

I swung my sword at Rachel again and again, each strike fast and forceful. She blocked my attacks, but I didn't slow down.

Rachel was already panting, sweat dripping down her forehead, but I didn't stop.

Every time I swung, I saw his face.

Every time I stepped forward, I heard his words.

"I never loved you."

A sharp thrust. Rachel barely blocked it.

"Every time we made love, I was thinking of ...