My Fated Enemy
He remained in his loose, linen pants, but dropped off his shoes, readying himself to shift.
I exhaled slowly and rolled back my shoulders, adjusting my stance. Like him, I was barefoot, but I'd chosen a slightly fitted tunic and a pair of leggings. I would tear them to shreds during the shift, but for now, they could help me with my speed and agility.
Korad locked his golden eyes on me, a dark grin stretching across his face. “I'll send you straight to hellish steps,” he snarled.
“This isn't a fight for death,” I hissed.
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