His movement was swift, fluid, like a predator on the hunt.
I jumped—barely.
The air whooshed past me, missing by inches, but I stumbled back, breath catching.
Killian didn’t give me time to recover.
He was on me in an instant, his hand moving toward my shoulder with just enough restraint not to hurt—but enough force to make me flinch.
“Don’t flinch,” he said. “Trust your body. It knows more than your mind right now.”
I narrowed my eyes, heart pounding. “Easy for you to say.”
“You’re thinking too much,” he said, circling me like a predator sizing up his prey.
“Stop thinking. Start feeling.”
I gritted my teeth and lunged at him.
My move was clumsy, my stance too wide—but he blocked it with his hand, effortlessly redirecting my momentum.
“Better,” he said, eyes gleaming. “Again.
