Tangled

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207 Ava: Falling Again

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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.

need to stop giving him ideas, Selene

to get my feet underneath

and in shape, but right

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

of course everyone's fallen in love with her. Especially Selene, who admitted last night that

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food leftovers.

would kill for a break right now. An ice cold glass of soda, ten minutes in the shade... But then I catch sight of Jericho's face, his

Nope, not happening.

quiver with

You forget I

trying to concentrate here. I know she means well, but

screwing with me, blissful in her artificially created

I'm screwing with you.

I knew it.

Jericho uncertainly. Bless her heart, but I wish she'd read the room. Or the training

way I'm tapping out

as best as I can and push off the ground, grunting with the effort. My thighs tremble and my hamstrings burn, threatening to give

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back into

back, my legs bound together at the ankles. It's not pretty, but I'm vertical. I'll take it.

stare at the tree in question-a good

He can't be serious.

prompts, making a 'get on with

gesture.

deranged cross between a bunny and a worm, probably. Each

where I almost fall over, and I'm positive sheer. force of will and a lucky breeze keeps

is a lot harder than 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 that

little dramatic, as I tend to be under Jericho's not-so-gentle

have

Ava, Selene encourages.

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