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Chapter 13

Feyre’s POV

I tried to hold the pose steady, paying close attention to my form as we’d been instructed by the yoga teacher. My muscles trembled with the effort but I held strong, not wanting her little plastic cane to land on my back again.

I envied Mishka beside me, who moved with a grace and effort that I couldn’t dream of managing with my panting lungs and quaking limbs. It was clear that she’d been doing this a while and she very was well toned for it.

The instructor moved us through several more poses which I valiantly attempted. It was only on the last one that my muscles gave out with thirty seconds still to go in the allotted time. To my gratitude, she let me have it without any swing of her cane. I panted while the rest of the girls held through until the bell rang.

It took a few minutes for me to feel okay enough to rise. Mishka sat for a few minutes as well, but I had a feeling it was more for my benefit than hers.

“You okay?” She asked and I nodded with a smile
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