Touch of Sibyl

Chapter Thirty

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Zac Quinn was trying to kill me.

The Spartan relentlessly pursued me, cutting me off every single time I tried to duck around him and run away.

*Swipe-swipe-swipe*

Zac swung his sword at me over and over again, the shining silver blade inching a little closer to my throat every single time. His muscles rippled underneath his tight long-sleeved T-shirt as he smoothly moved from one attack position to the next. A smile tugged up his lips, and his ice blue eyes practically glowed with the thrill of battle.

I did not glow with the thrill of battle. Cringe, yes. Glow, no.

*Clang-clang-clang*

I brought up my own sword, trying to fend off Zac before he separated my head from my shoulders. Three times, I parried his blows, wincing whenever his sword hit mine, but the last time, I wasn't quite quick enough. Zac 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.

And Zac didn't stop there. He snapped his free wrist to one side and knocked my weapon out of my hand, sending it flying across the gym. My sword somersaulted several times in the air before landing point down in one of the thick mats that covered the gym floor.

"Dead again, Sibyl girl," Zac said in a soft voice.

"That makes twelve kills in a row now."

I sighed. "I know. Believe me, I know. And I'm not any happier about it than you are."

Zac nodded, dropped the sword from my throat, and stepped back. Then he turned and looked over his shoulder at two other Spartan guys who were sprawled across the bleachers, alternately texting on their phones and watching us with bored disinterest.

"Time?" Zac asked.

Ken Tanaka hit a button on his phone. "Forty-five seconds. Up from thirty-five seconds the time before."

"Ava's lasting a little longer at least," Otis Hector chimed in. "Must be the Wonder Woman T-shirt finally adding to her awesome fighting skills."

My face flushed at his snide tone. Okay, so maybe I had worn my favorite long-sleeved superhero shirt this morning in hopes that it might bring me a little luck, which I seriously needed when it came to any kind of fight. But he didn't have to mock me about it, especially not in front of the others.

Otis grinned and smirked at me. I crossed my arms over my chest and gave him a dirty look.

Ken looked at the other Spartan. "I think it's cool that Ava likes superheroes."

Otis frowned. He didn't like Ken sticking up for me, but he didn't say anything else. I didn't know what Otis's deal was, but he always seemed to go out of his way to annoy me. Maybe he thought he was being charming or something. Some guys at Mythics Academy were like that—they thought being total jerks was super-cool. Whatever. I had zero interest in the Spartan that way. Oh, Otis was cute enough with his sandy blond hair, forest green eyes, bronze skin, and lazy grin. So was Ken, with that glossy black hair and those dark eyes. Not to mention the obvious muscles the two of them had and the lean strength that was so evident in their bodies. The only problem was that the two Spartans weren't Zac Quinn.