The Butcher's Bride
I shuffled my feet.
"Wider."
I moved them an inch.
"Wrong."
Before I could react, he kicked the inside of my boot. My legs flew out from under me, and I landed hard on my back in the mud. Splat.
"Again," Kaelen said, not offering a hand.
I grit my teeth, scrambling up. I glared at him. "Is that necessary?"
"Vexa put you on your back in three seconds yesterday because your center of gravity is higher than a giraffe's," Kaelen said dryly. "Lower your hips. Bend your knees."