Kavira’s POV
He released me at last, his voice sharp with reprimand.
“Good work but another minute and you’d have been unconscious. Those reactions need to be instinctive, faster.”
The smugness in his tone struck a nerve. As if I’d just been lounging around, soft and lazy. My jaw tightened.
“Noted,” I bit back.
He began circling again, predatory in the way he studied me. This time his fist tangled into my hair, yanking me forward but keeping me just out of reach.
“See? Ponytails. A liability. Too easy to grab, and once they’ve got you if there are two of them you’re done.”
What I wanted to say was, Then maybe you should’ve been paying better attention. But I swallowed it down, refusing to give him that satisfaction.
“That’s why I don’t wear ponytails,” I answered instead, coolly. “
