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Nine

Author: Vivian Sage
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-21 06:59:17

Soren's Pov.

“Enough!”

The word ripped from my throat, sharp and commanding, silencing the clash of wood against wood.

The circle of students fell still, their eager cheers dying into nervous whispers. Riley froze mid-swing, his wooden blade hovering over Kahlan like he might split her skull if I hadn’t spoken.

My hands curled into fists at my sides.

Not because Riley disgusted me, though he did, but because the sight of her on the ground, breathless, bruised, humiliated, made something ugly coil in my chest.

Kahlan’s eyes lifted to mine.

I forced myself to look away, to mask what twisted inside me. Weakness had no place in this arena, and if I faltered even a fraction, they’d all see it.

And the word weak was not in my dictionary.

“You,” I said, my voice a whip, slicing the silence. My gaze locked on Kahlan. “Get up.”

She pushed shakily to her feet, dirt streaking her cheek, hair tumbling loose from its braid. She gripped her wooden sword like it was the only thing tethering her
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FRAGRANT IRIS
it's obvious that he likes her
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Diatdew
F*ck he really liked her. My girl must be strong. I really want her to be a dragon rider.
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honeypie
echo echo echo
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