Tangled

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"If you want your throat torn out and your blood sucked dry, keep thrashing like a dead fish."

Jericho's lovely training flavor assaults my ears in a way that's way

too comforting, considering the vitriol that comes out of his

mouth.

"I like fish," I pant, giving up for a second. Lucas was right. Jericho's been drilling me on falls again.

This time, my arms and legs are tied.

Because, apparently, "I need practice."

Pretty sure Jericho's an old sadist, but at least he chose bodyguards who don't snicker and smirk the entire time they see their charge getting battered and bruised. Or, in this particular case, flopping like a fish.

Gritting my teeth, I thrash against the ropes digging into my wrists and ankles, chafing my skin raw. They'll be healed by tonight, but for now, it hurts like hell.

"Bend your knees!" Jericho barks. "Roll onto your side and use the momentum to sit up. Then bring your feet under you,"

Easy for him to say. He's not the one trussed up like a turkey. After far too long on my back, half-convinced my true identity is a turtle, I manage to flop onto my side, panting. Blades of grass tickle my cheek. From this vantage point, I can see Selene sprawled in front of a portable fan, tail wagging lazily. Traitor.

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It isn't even that hot outside. Everyone's just worried about her because she's a husky, like they aren't wolves themselves who understand that she's just fine in this mild weather. All because she pants a lot. She's milking it—but no one will believe me.

With a grunt, I rock back and forth until I gain enough momentum to heave myself into a sitting position. "Well, at least you haven't tied me to a chair," I mutter under my breath.

Jericho's keen ears pick up on it anyway. "That's next week's lesson." The sadistic glee in his voice makes me shudder.

Igroan, picturing the bruises those sessions will paint across my

body.

really need to stop giving him ideas, Selene remarks dryly in my

get my feet underneath me so I can stand. My muscles scream in protest, sweat dripping

more athletic and in shape, but right now I feel like

take a short break, dear?" Mrs. Elkins calls out from her perch, a camping chair someone brought

supposed to be driven back to Cedarwood, but of course everyone's fallen in love with her. Especially Selene, who

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food leftovers.

soda, ten minutes in the shade... But then I catch sight of Jericho's face, his eyebrow arched expectantly.

Nope, not happening.

as my abs quiver with the effort

Selene accuses. You forget I can

here. I know she means well, but

screwing with me,

I'm screwing with you.

I knew it.

between me and Jericho uncertainly. Bless her heart, but I wish she'd read the room. Or the training yard, as it were. Granted, we're

way I'm tapping out now, not with Jericho

feet as best as I can and push off the ground, grunting with the effort.

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back into the

hands still tied behind my back, my legs bound together at the ankles. It's not pretty, but I'm vertical. I'll take it. Jericho nods, something almost resembling approval flashing in his eyes, "Better. Now hop

the tree in question-a good twenty

He can't be serious.

today, Grey," he prompts, making a 'get

gesture.

trying not to picture what I must look like. Some deranged cross between a bunny and a worm, probably. Each hop jars my bones and

fall over, and I'm positive sheer. force of

it looks, and sweat soaks my hairline as I struggle to keep my entire body balanced. It's amazing how much your arms do for balance. Now

a little dramatic, as I tend to be under Jericho's

have

doing great, Ava, Selene encourages. Just

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