The arrogant black belt laughed and ordered me to scrub his gym floor on my hands and knees. He didn’t know. The Ghost.
PART 2 For a full second, we stood frozen in the center of the mat. My bare hand was wrapped tight around Tyler’s closed fist. His arm was fully extended, his momentum entirely stopped. I wasn’t breathing hard. I wasn’t sweating. My pulse was as steady as a metronome. I looked into his eyes. The…
