He snapped his free wrist to one side and knocked my weapon out of my hand, sending it flying across the gym. Logan stepped forward, the edge of his sword a whisper away from kissing my throat before I could do much more than blink and wonder how it had gotten there to start with.Īnd Logan didn’t stop there. Three times, I parried his blows, wincing whenever his sword hit mine, but the last time, I wasn’t quite quick enough. I brought up my own sword, trying to fend off Logan before he separated my head from my shoulders. I did not glow with the thrill of battle. A smile tugged up his lips, and his ice blue eyes practically glowed with the thrill of battle.
His muscles rippled underneath his tight long-sleeved T-shirt as he smoothly moved from one attack position to the next. Logan swung his sword at me over and over again, the shining silver blade inching a little closer to my throat every single time. The Spartan relentlessly pursued me, cutting me off every single time I tried to duck around him and run away.
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