Chapter 38 The Roster

Fiona

Isolde’s practice staff came whistling at my head, and for the first time in my life, I ducked.

Not a clumsy, frightened flinch, the way I had ducked every blow for the past week. A real duck. My knees bent, my hips turned, my whole body dropped and twisted out of the way in one smooth, start...

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