Eyes blazed like emerald fire, spitting sparks of dissatisfaction. I pulled her off the mat. "How many times are you going to make that mistake?" "Let's do it again," she snapped. From the moment we first worked together, she'd displayed exemplary technique and a remarkable natural agility. Like a predator, she had a keen sense of timing and knew how to use size and weight to her advantage. But she was distracted today. It wasn't only because she couldn't obtain information on Barry at the Met. Something else was going on. The air shifted, heat building between us. Her Virtue drew inward, pulling in a controlled surge of energy. Projection reacted, the magic in my blood stirring as if it sensed its counterpart. She held my gaze. Knees bent, arms loose. I waited. The faintest flicker of eye movement toward my upper left arm. By the time her leg moved, I'd pivoted in the opposite direction, landing my fist in her lower back. She hissed, whipping around with a reckless punch that completely missed its mark.
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