Enzo POV
The training grounds echoed with the sharp c***k of wood against wood as the two women circled each other beneath the fading evening sun.
I never took Suzy for someone who could use a sword because I felt her brain was glued to the stock market and nothing else, but the way she tightened her grip around the sword and the sweat rolling down the side of her neck, I needed no soothsayer to tell me that she must have held a sword before.
On the other hand, Quinn stood like a predator waiting for the perfect time to strike.
“You’re hesitating again,” Suzy taunted softly.
Their swords collided. I could see the sparks of tension flying between them even without steel. Quinn swung hard to hit Suzy’s shoulder, but she dodged it and pushed her behind.
Suzy decided to strike this time,
