I darted around the corner of the captain’s desk and dug my hands into the meat of his upper arm, dragging him to the floor. He bucked, but I managed to get a knee into the small of his back, pinning him down. I felt something damp dribble down my front. I’d probably popped another stitch. I yanked his left arm behind his back and he grunted in pain. I hadn’t grabbed him that hard, but then I remembered our sparring sessions as I’d tried to undo his magic on the videos. He’d beaten me pretty good, but I’d winged him too.
Bending low so the other people in the room couldn’t hear, I hissed in his ear. “Hurts, doesn’t it? That’s what you get for trying to kill me.”
“This changes nothing,” he snarled, spittle dripping from his lips.
“You bet your a*s it does.” I looked over my shoulder. “Ca
