Owen had fallen asleep at the table by ten, head on his arms, breathing slow. Harper was outside on the phone, her voice low, like she's whispering. The fire had burned down to something .
And Mason was teaching me how to fight.
"Again."
"I just did it again."
"And you dropped your shoulder. Again." He circled me slowly. "Tyler's people won't give you three seconds to recover. Again."
"You're bossy."
"You asked me to teach you."
"I asked you to teach me and not make me feel incompetent."
"Those aren't the same thing. Again Lily."
I moved.
He blocked it without even trying. He caught my wrist, redirected my momentum, and suddenly I was facing the wrong direction with his arm across my collarbone and his mouth close to my ear.
"You telegraph everything." He whispered into my ears
