The Triplet's Bullied Mate
“Try to keep up, Alaric. You might be surprised.”
“Cocky,” Ranon murmured, his golden eyes gleaming with admiration, a subtle flicker of something deeper in their depths. “I love it, Elowen. Truly.”
We took our positions, forming a precise, almost instinctive triangle. Alaric, ever vigilant, positioned himself at my left flank, a solid, unwavering presence. Ranon, his eyes alight with a playful challenge, took his place on my right. Theron stood directly across from me, his stance wide, his blade held ready, his gaze hard and unreadable. The instructor raised his hand, held it for a tense beat, then dropped it with a sharp, decisive motion.
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