ASHER I don’t like him. There. I’ve said it. Well, thought it. Same thing. There’s something about Alec Blackwood that gets on my nerves, and I’m pretty sure it has nothing to do with the fact that he’s a junior teaching a class he only got because his family practically owns the Academy. Okay. Maybe it has a little to do with that. “Atwood.” I drag my eyes away from Kaia. “Your partner is waiting.” Blackwood is looking at me with the faintest hint of amusement on his face. Asshole. “Yeah. Got it.” I walk toward the guy I’ve been paired with—Mason something—but glance back one last time. Kaia is standing across from Blackwood on the training mat. And he’s looking at her. Really looking at her. I don’t like that either. “Ready?” I turn toward my partner. He’s tall, broad, and built like someone who’s spent the last five years lifting anything heavy enough to impress people. “Sure.” Blackwood begins explaining the exercise from the center of the field. “Three-mi
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