❝𝒎𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒆𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒊𝒔.❞
(you're missing from me.)
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𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔
Iva Laurent lost her parents when she was eight. Sold to the black market by her only relative left on this earth, she was l...
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LONDON January Location: Elysium, Lethe 8:00 AM
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Bringing my morning temper along with me, I pushed on the door violently and stormed into the training room. The emptiness from within greeted me, rousing more anger as I swung my duffel bag at the benches. I'm going to kill that idiot who told me training would start at eight in the morning.
Spewing out all possible vocabulary I knew of cuss words, I hooked my thumb through the hoop of the hand wrap and started looping the piece of cloth around my wrist. I continued to wrap my hands, feeling more annoyed with each passing second until a sudden chill pierced through my spine, causing me to flinch. On high alert, I spun around and avoided the incoming tackle.
"Not very nice of you to greet me in that manner," Jax frowned, rolling forward and landing himself smoothly on the padded mattress beneath him after the failed attempt to strike me from behind.
"And to strike someone from behind when they're in the midst of preparing is dirty," I clicked my tongue in annoyance. "I'm here, what now?"
"Prickly in the morning, noted." Jax raised his brows, amused by his newest discovery about me. "First lesson of the day: never let your guard down."
After saying that, he quickly lowered himself and he swept his long leg across. I instantly pumped up into a high jump, tucking my knees close to my chest as I successfully prevented myself from falling over the annoying ankle locks. Seizing the chance to steady myself while he recovered into his stance, I sprinted towards the weapon shelf and picked up a random dagger.
I aimed at his direction and bought myself some time to choose from the variety. My eyes scanned hurriedly across the display and spotted a bagh nakh. Intrigued by it, I put my fingers through and gripped it tight. At this point, Jax had gotten close and I swung it towards him. As expected, he dodged it with swift accuracy and a smirk grew on his face.
He easily equipped himself with a fighting knife and bent his knees to root himself firmly in a combat stance. Flipping the knife around, he wielded it backhand while he held his other palm up and folded in a gesture to invite me to strike. Without hesitation, I charged forward and went head-on towards him.
At the exact moment when he expected me to strike face-front, I switched to the left and slashed against his right. However, Jax was wicked fast when he immediately shifted and his body made a sharp turn to appear behind me. His fingers gripped firmly onto the back of my neck and swung me back while his leg trapped mine.
Damn it.
I was thrown off balance and I fell on my back. Jax was definitely an opportunist in the way he moved because he took advantage of the seconds of my vulnerability to straddle on top of me, pushing his weight on me. My arms shot forward in reflex to defend myself while my body trudged in a struggle to break myself free.
