CHAPTER 74
R Y L E
Lauren moved flawlessly, anticipating the elbow strike and redirecting my arm, “Your next move is a reverse hip toss. But you will not execute due to shoulder instability.” She stated, her breath ragged, but her tone purely informative. She was using cold logic to analyze my physical weakness, refusing to engage personally.
I feigned the hip toss, then used the distraction to close the gap right away. I grabbed her wrists, locking them firmly in my hands, forced our chests to nearly touch. The intimacy of the locked preposition was immediate and electric, despite our tactical clothes.
“I need you to anticipate my intent, agent, not the limitations of my injury.” I hissed, dropping the official oretense slightly. “The drill demands fluid response. This distance you
