BLOOD CRESCENT
FAYE
My fist flew toward Irene's shoulder.
She caught my wrist before it landed, twisted it away, and came back with a kick aimed at my side.
I blocked it with my forearm and immediately swept my leg toward hers.
She jumped over it.
The moment she landed, she drove another punch toward my face.
I ducked under it and laughed.
"You're getting predictable."
"Oh?" Irene smirked. "We'll see about that."
She came at me again without giving me time to breathe.
We circled each other across the training mat, exchanging punches, kicks, blocks, and counters. Around us, other warriors continued their own training, but neither of us paid them any attention.
This wasn't unusual.
Whenever Irene and I trained together, it always became a competition. After Kyle, Irene was my n
