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"You actually did okay.”
"What? I just had my ass handed to me.”
"Well, of course you did. It's been two years. But hey, you're still walking. That's something."
He grinned mockingly.
"Did I mention I hate you?”
He flashed me another smile, which quickly faded to something more serious. "Don't take this
the wrong way.…I mean, you really are a scrapper, but there's no way you'll be able to take
your trials in the spring—”
"They're making me take extra practice sessions," I explained. Not that it mattered. I planned on
getting Lissa and me out of here before these practices really became an issue. "I'll be ready.”
"Extra sessions with who?”
"That tall guy. Dimitri.”
Mason stopped walking and stared at me. "You're putting in extra time with Belikov?”
"Yeah, so what?”
"So the man is a god.”
"Exaggerate much?" I asked.
"No, I'm serious. I mean, he's all quiet and antisocial usually, but when he fights…wow. If you
think you're hurting now, you're going to be dead when he's done with you.”
Great. Something else to improve my day.
I elbowed him and went on to second period. That class covered the essentials of being a
bodyguard and was required for all seniors. Actually, it was the third in a series that had started
junior year. That meant I was behind in this class too, but I hoped protecting Lissa in the real
world had given me some insight.