My lips parted on a sharp inhale. Something warm flooded through me, pooling low in my belly, and for one terrible, devastating second, I forgot where I was.
Drunk on the way he was looking at me, like I was a snack he wanted to devour.
He moved.
My instincts screamed at me, and I snapped back to awareness just in time.
I twisted away as his arm came around me, felt the brush of his hand against my back, and threw myself into a backward roll. My shoulders hit the ground, but I used the momentum to spring back to my feet.
My back hadn't touched the floor so it didn't count.
Focus, I told myself fiercely. He's trying to distract you. Don't let him-
He was behind her.
My breath caught. I spun, but it was too late.
He was coming at me with the full weight of his skill, strike after
