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My life flashed in front of my eyes. The iron scent of blood, the rusted metal of the blade, the burning sting across my neck.
“Y-You’re dead.” JP put some distance between us and waved his dagger at me. “A-Again.”
I touched my neck, the blood warm on my fingers. “Do you have to cut me every time though?”
His eyes darkened and he grabbed me by the collar. His hand curled tight, the tension straining my throat. “Do y-you want to l-learn how to f-fight?”
“JP. Tight.” I clutched at his arms. “Tight.”
“If y-you do not f-fear me, you w-won’t l-learn.” He threw me to the ground. “Again.”
I rubbed my throat, the skin bruised and scarred. JP was a harsh teacher, surprisingly so. When I asked him to help me, I didn’t expect to fear for my life on every turn. He was fast, dangerously accura
