Page 75 of Axis of Fire

The next—

I was pinned against the cold wall of the training hall.

Hard.

Without warning.

His knee locked my hips in place, cutting off any chance of movement.

One hand gripped my wrists, pinning them above my head against the wall.

The other settled against my throat.

Not choking.

But holding.

Controlling.

My throat went dry instantly.

My heart...

forgot how to beat.

“What exactly didn’t you tell me?”

His voice dropped.

Too quiet.

Dangerous.

I lifted my gaze.

The silver in his eyes was no longer cold.

It was sharp.

Cutting.

I couldn’t look away.

Not now.

Not from him.

“I didn’t have a teacher. That part’s true,” I said, my voice steadier than I expected.

“But my friends...”

I faltered.

Damn it.

His fingers shifted slightly against my throat.

Not tightening.