Wolf and Blades: Moonbound Blood
“Again.”
This time she came without restraint, steel met steel in steady rhythm, faster and cleaner. I matched her steps instead of countering them and when her blade slipped from her grip, it was timing, not strength, that put it in the frost between us. She looked at it, then at me.
“You’re not as fragile as you pretend.”
“I’ve never pretended.”
A murmur moved along the edge of the yard, no one looked away this time. I picked up her blade and offered it back hilt-first and she took it without breaking eye contact.