Chapter 24

A Dance

SKYLA.

Night has fallen, and I am getting dressed for dinner with Dad, Kat, and Royce. I don’t know why Dad invited him, but it makes me wonder if he ended up hearing us in the

office earlier. I hadn’t heard his footsteps; I had been far too distracted… plus his hearing is better than mine… but there’s a high chance he didn’t hear.

I sigh as I pull on a fresh pair of panties, my mind returning to our earlier training session. I had ended up hurting him again in the first half of the session.

Why do I always lose it?

He wants me to calm myself when I begin to get riled up… and today he hadn’t defended himself, in hopes I’d be able to stop myself, but I didn’t I couldn’t.

He had had to step back at the last moment, and if he hadn’t, I would have scarred that sexy body of his permanently.

Great…

I put on some earrings, unable to stop myself from thinking about the second half of our session. The guilt and panic had almost made me tell him my truth and my heart skips a beat as the memory replays in my mind…

(FLASHBACK – TRAINING EARLIER)

“I… I should go. This is a mistake. You can’t help me. I’m just going to hurt you. I say, turning away, but I don’t get far, only for him to spin me around.

“It’s fine, relax. I’m fine. You’re doing great.” He says calmly.

Is he for real? I’m fucking messing it all up!

“Am I?” I scoff in disbelief. “You’re delusional, or plain stupid.”

“Tell me Skyla, do you spar to win?” Royce says as he lets go of me and picks up his phone.

“What?” I ask, as he switches on some music and sets the volume low loud enough so we can hear it, but not loud enough to give me a headache.

I like this song.

blood tainting the air… I have just cut him open, and he’s completely

if you spar to win? Do you aim

back and just fight. I can handle broken bones.

tilts his head and cocks a

consider sparring

dance?” I

ever watched two martial artists compete? A dance of perfection… fluid moves, calculated attacks, smooth reflexes and

fight to kill and fight to protect, not for fun.” I counter, as he circles “We do… but it is also an art, and only the ones who have perfected it,

know that in a real battle, it’s the survival and rage that fuels one… but in many cases, you need to think with your mind, act with control… Just once, I want you to treat this as a dance.” He says, stopping behind me as he leans closer. “Tell me, can the Rossi Princess

X games back when we first got talking in that chat room.

dance of art. Let the

right. The one who fought with skill

to spar with him someday… He had said absolutely, as long as it was in the rain, and

at Royce

and I turn my head forward, breaking eye contact. I give a nod

waist. He sure has big hands “The aim is to enjoy it, counter, assess, and act… but remember this is not a competition. …” He murmurs, his hair tickling the side of my face before he suddenly lets go of me, grabbing my

then.” I say, tossing my hair back as I

win; I have to remember that

moves.

my arm as he tries to pin my arm behind my back, but I turn myself, ducking as I

a punch. He ducks, and I flip over, grabbing his shoulder. Only for him to grip my wrist and

until I look into those grey eyes. There’s no hostility or arrogance in

just for fun… He isn’t

of his arms, elbowing him in his stomach, before I spin as

as

dancing.” I tease, as I yank

counters, swiping my legs from under me, as he hits

grab my ankle and yanks me back. I turn, and he

grabbing my thighs

core, and for a second, I’m distracted, giving him the upper hand, and he takes it, trying to throw me onto the ground over his head, but I grab a fistful of his hair, slamming his head between

growl breathlessly, as he grabs the back of my thighs,

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255