They scramble to obey as Selene comes at me again. I dodge, then sidestep another strike, my body moving instinctually. She’s faster than I expected, more coordinated. Where’s the weakness that I thought defined her? Where’s the trembling uncertainty?
This woman is trying to take my head off, and I’m enjoying every second of it.
She lunges once more, and this time I catch her wrists, whirl her around in a full circle, and pin her against the stone wall of the training hall. Her hands are trapped above her head, my body pressed against hers, our eyes locked on each other’s.
I’m breathless. And more than a little turned on.
“Let me go,” she demands, struggling against my grip.
“So you can beat me up?” I lean in, close enough to smell the rage and something sweeter underneath it. “I don’
