“Absolutely not.”
“It’s necessary.”
“It’s RIDICULOUS.”
“It’s both.”
Selene stared at Seraphine like the witch had lost her mind. They stood in one of the fortress’s training rooms a large circular space with padding on the floors and walls that had definitely seen some violence in its time.
“You want me to fight Dorian,” Selene said slowly, making sure she’d heard correctly.
“Not fight. Spar.” Seraphine gestured to the mats. “You need to learn each other’s rhythms, anticipate each other’s movements. The Mirror Bond requires you to move as one…you can’t do that if you’ve never actually moved together.”
“I’m human. He’s a werewolf. This is going to end with me getting accidentally murdered.”
“You won’t die. Probably. We’ll have healers standing by.”
“THAT DOESN’T MAKE ME FEEL BETTER
