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LADI LOVED THAT JAK didn’t take his eyes off of her when they fought. It was the best thing about sparring with him. His eyes stared a challenge into hers, daring her to flinch when Rasha arrived. Ladi didn’t flinch. That wasn’t her style. Flirting with someone who wasn’t interested in her wasn’t her style either, but her fascination and attraction for Jak grew anyway. When he held his sword at her throat, just inches from killing her, she dropped her own sword in defeat.
“No, don’t give up. You haven’t lost, you just don’t know how to get out of it yet.”
He pulled his sword back and put a hand on her shoulder, giving it a friendly slap. “Right, now, you come at me the same way and put the sword to my neck, and I’ll show you what I mean.” He dropped to one knee and let go of his sword
