And I had no idea what to say to her.
**
I found Seph running around the track outside, alone.
Sable had clearly lent her some clothes because she was dressed in black, full-length leggings and a long-sleeved workout shirt.
Every inch of fabric clung to her skin, revealing every line of her body.
Jesus Christ.
This was going to be harder than I thought.
Seph stopped when she saw me and stilled her expression.
But her eyes burned as they locked onto mine.
“Good form out there,” I said, stiffly. My voice came out colder than I meant it to.
She wiped the sweat from her face with the back of her hand and began stretching.
“You’re late. I assumed you’d be here by now, so I started without you.”
“So, I see.”
She shrugged and looked away, then bent forward to stretch her hamstrings.
I tried not to look. I failed.
I cleared my throat. She straightened and glared at me.
“Okay. Now what?”
“Now let’s see what you got.”
I walked to the rack beside the building and grabbed two Bo staffs. I tossed one at her. She caught it, flinching slightly.
“Bo staffs?”
“You have a problem with my methods?”
“No. Just wondering when this is going to be useful. It’s not like staffs are just lying around.”
“No? How about sticks? Bats?” I asked her, my voice flat. I swung without warning.
Her staff flew from her hands and clattered to the ground.
“You’re dead.”
She glared at me, yanking up her staff again.
I stepped forward before she could reset and kicked her front foot wider apart.
“Your stance is garbage.”
She stiffened as I adjusted the angle of her staff with my hand, her breath brushing my face.
“Your centre’s wide open.”
