Meredith.
Jeffery lunged forward with his claws flashing, but I dropped low, scraping dirt on my palms, and sprang up behind him before his momentum could shift.
Then my hand grazed his side—a light tap, nothing that could hurt, but enough to mark.
His eyes widened. He never expected that I could do that.
"You are too slow," I teased, the words slipping out before I could stop them. I guess this is what excitement feels like.
Draven's chuckle rolled across the grounds. "Careful, wife. Keep taunting him and he might stop holding back altogether."
Jeffery didn't answer me, not that I expected one. He only reset his stance and sharpened his eyes.
Then came at me again, faster this time. His body was almost a complete blur.
For a heartbeat, I thought he had me. But then, Valmora's voice cut through the rush, "Don't fight his force. Redirect it."
