He smiled as he reached for the blade. Genna kept her expression blank, but inside she smiled too.
Sometimes men were so predictable.
Sometimes men were so predictableHe held the blade up, mirroring Genna’s stance. “It’s a good blade.”
“You expect me to use anything else?”
“I expect you to have the best. How well you use it is a different matter.”
“Then let’s find out.”
She tightened her pose while flexing her legs, her weight alternating between front foot and back. Kraikov did likewise.
The cell shrank, just as the training room did when things got serious. Genna knew Rellan and Braelish both stood ready, with weapons drawn. She knew Leopold had his back to the wall, keeping himself as far from danger as possible. She knew the Eyes were watching every move, and that their feeds we
