‘So did Cecilia turn you from the beginning?’ Sophia asked DC. ‘Or were you her lapdog all along?’
He cut the air between them with his sword. She saw the blade moving toward her neck and just managed to evade it.
‘We became acquainted in Belize,’ he said. ‘Not long before you showed up.’
He attacked again, this time stabbing with the tip at her stomach. She dodged to one side. The sword scraped along the balcony railing.
‘She programmed you,’ Sophia said, ducking and grabbing the abandoned PEP rifle.
DC slashed downward for her shoulder. She brought the PEP rifle up and used it to deflect the tachi blade.
‘There’s a fine line between programming and training,’ DC said and slashed his sword across her torso.
She deflected again. ‘I didn’t know there was a patsy training course.’
DC
