"Dead again, Gypsy girl," Logan said in a soft voice. My sword somersaulted several times in the air before landing point down in one of the thick mats that covered the gym floor. He snapped his free wrist to one side and knocked my weapon out of my hand, sending it flying across the gym. Logan 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.Īnd Logan didn't stop there. Three times, I parried his blows, wincing whenever his sword hit mine, but the last time, I wasn't quite quick enough.
I brought up my own sword, trying to fend off Logan before he separated my head from my shoulders. A smile tugged up his lips, and his ice blue eyes practical y glowed with the thril of battle. His muscles rippled underneath his tight long-sleeved T-shirt as he smoothly moved from one attack position to the next. Logan swung his sword at me over and over again, the shining silver blade inching a little closer to my throat every single time. The Spartan relentlessly pursued me, cutting me off every single time I tried to duck around him and run away.
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