My stomach dropped.
Every head in the room turned toward us. The other students lowered their weapons as they watched us move towards the front of the class.
My pulse thundered in my ears as we took our positions, facing each other. I could feel dozens of eyes on me, could sense the tension in the room.
My mate moved to stand at the edge of the mat, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable. Those stormy gray eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my skin prickle.
"Begin," he ordered.
Lucas raised his sword hesitantly, and I mirrored the movement, my hands already trembling.
We started slowly. A cautious strike from Lucas, a block from me.
The room was dead silent.
"Stop.”
My stomach dropped.
"Weak foundation." His voice cut through the room. “Compromised
