Eighty

Celia

I raised my hand and ran straight at Jasper who stood where he was. His hands were still in his pockets and he barely stepped aside as I tried to hit him.

In one smooth move, he twisted the dagger out of my hand, knocking it off as it clattered to the ground.

“You are distracted” He muttered as he bent down, plucked the dagger from the floor, and threw it to the target in one straight shot.

Again, it hit the bullseye. Though I knew it had, I couldn’t help but turn around and check for myself.

He saw me looking at the small shortsword that was still vibrating due to the impact.

“And you lost, again. So do as I say. Strip for me”

His eyes darkened as he looked at me. He did not advance toward me nor did he look the slightest bit aroused.

There was that signature smug look on his face that annoyed the hell out of me.

“Now”

He repeated in an even voice and the walls trembled a little. There was barely a hint of power in his voice, the slightest tinge of authority but it mad