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Just fast enough to not be sliced in two.
Cole’s lip tipped up.The bastard liked to win.
My heel tapped the wall of the stadium. Cornered.
But so do I.
I’d developed quite a taste for it.
So when Cole lifted his blade one final time, intent on pinning me, who was clearly slow and sagging, I did something that shocked him.
With every ounce of energy I had left, I dove the opposite way. His momentum pushed him closer to the wall before he pivoted on his heel to face me, but I was ready. I knocked into his side with the heel of my sword, pushing him off balance and into the wall.
Where I had just sprouted thick green vines from between the cracks in the foundation.
It had been hard to split my attention between acting like I was weakening and summoning my magic. It hadn’t been an act at all, really, but a gamble.
But as I watched Cole struggle, his arms pinned high, his legs wrapped in green tendrils, it was all worth it. A vicious grin split over my face.
I win.
“Cheat.” There was no malice in the word. Rather, Cole almost sounded impressed.
“Winning is winning,” I chirped, my gaze roaming over the male pinned against the wall. For someone so in control, the juxtaposition gave me all kinds of ideas I’d never entertained before.
“Very true.” He was no longer struggling in the vines. Instead, he gave the binds a single glance, and to my shock, they began to wither. One second, strong green vines had bound them. By the next breath, they were black and crumbled to the ground.
Where my magic was potent, plentiful life, his was endless death.
The shock bought Cole one second—one crucial second—to advance on me. He kicked off the wall and threw me down, the flat of his blade at my neck.
Chapter XXVIII
Onesecond,I’dbeenon the cusp of victory.
The next, Cole had once again shown me exactly how big the gap between us was.
I hadn’t exactly expected to win, so if I was feeling rational, I’d have been pleased with my performance considering I’d had less than a day of training.
Thinking rationally while Cole had my body pinned under his, the edge of his blade grazing my chin in a way that stopped me from so much as breathing too deep was not something I was capable of.
“Let me up,” I demanded.
Cole bent low, never moving his sword so much as a fraction of an inch while his lips grazed the edge of my ear, his messy hair tickling my face.
“But, little wolf, I so enjoy having you pinned under me.”
His words hit their mark. My body tensed under him, wanting to push this game of dominance until the end, to argue and then revel in submission when he forced it out of me.
Clearly, my wolf was still far too close to the surface.
“Don’t you have someplace better to be?”
“Never,” Cole answered immediately.
But he did ease up. “However, if you don’t stop wriggling under me, we’re going to be very, very late for the ball.”
I forced my body to freeze in place. “What ball?”
