Meredith.
The air smelled of dusk and dust, and the earth beneath my boots was still warm from the sun.
Shadows from the estate stretched long over the training field, where Dennis stood a few feet away from me, cracking his knuckles with a smirk tugging at his lips.
He had come straight to my room to find me after he failed to reach me on the phone.
He had forgotten to give me the exact time for our evening training, and I had been carried away watching an intense car race on television with my maidservants.
And Valmora hadn't bothered to remind me about it. Maybe it was because she knew I had a very determined coach who wasn't ready to miss even one training session with me.
"Alright," Dennis said, stepping forward, "this round, I'm going to teach you how to protect your vitals. Not with speed, but with instinct. You need to anticipate an attack, not react to it."
