He was now a few feet away, arms crossed. She spat blood and swore. He smirked. It was enough to send her hurtling for him again, to tackle or pummel or strangle him, she didn’t know.She caught his feint left, but when she dove right, he moved so swiftly that despite her lifetime of training, she crashed into a darkened brazier behind him. The clatter echoed through the too-quiet hall as she landed face-first on the stone floor, her teeth singing.“Like I said,” Leonard sneered down at her, “you have a lot to learn. About everything.”Her lip already aching and swollen, she told him exactly what he could go do to himself.He sauntered down the hall. “Next time you say anything like that,” he said without looking over his shoulder, “I’ll have you chopping wood for a month.”Fuming, hatred and shame already burning her face, Matida got to her feet. He dumped her in a very small, v
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