THEY CALL HIM RECKLESS
That was an understatement.
Sebastian was the most attractive, dangerous, horrifying man in the entire state of Washington.
He had secrets, secrets in that dark past of him, and I always struggled to understand his motive.
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Skye
"Back straight?" Sebastian inquired, in his fighting stance. "Legs apart. Arms to your chest."
I waved his response away. "I'm ready, come at me!"
His eyes darkened. "I'm not playing nice."
"Come at me," I said.
He lunged forward, and I countered his punch by ducking, and he just smirked, remaining above me and threw his fists down.
I just gracefully slid out from under his legs and stood fully behind him, and he spun around, a grin splitting his face.
"Too slow," I taunted.
He stood up straight, shaking his head. "No, I was going easy on you."
I laughed. "You liar. I'm better than you, admit it."
His eyes glowed a dangerous red, and I stilled. "No one's better than me," he promised in a low tone.
And he vanished.
I shot up, spinning around and looking for him, but he was gone.
Panic brimmed inside me, but for some reason, I wasn't running.
I searched the room, temples dampening from sweat...
But I just heard a voice from behind me:
"Too slow."
Before I could turn, Sebastian's ankle slammed into my calves, and I yelped, falling forward.
I tried to catch myself like he taught me an hour ago; flip up your feet and steady them on the part of the ground he didn't strike me with, so I lifted my knees, about to position myself...
But right as I landed on the ground, I realized that I landed on the edges of my feet rather than the full foot, but before I could react... my right foot rolled over, and I heard a snap echo through the air, though I felt no pain.
I slammed—face first—onto the ground, wincing as a sudden pain struck through me, but there was something...
Something was hot and swirling at my ankle.
After a moment, Sebastian was kneeling by my side, clearly concerned. "I'm so sorry! I thought you were going to catch yourself. Do you need help?"
I shook my head, keeping my strength as I pushed my hands up, attempting to stand...
But the moment my right foot touched the ground, fire struck up my leg, and I cried out, collapsing back onto the ground.
I caught myself on my hands, though Sebastian's arms were already around me, guiding me to turn over so I faced him.
I winced again when my foot lightly touched the ground, feeling heat swell around my ankle as well as a pounding ache.
"Did you hurt yourself?" he whispered, helping me sit.
