Chapter 20
Elora's POV
"How the hell are you able to beat me?" Liam's wooden sword slipped from his grip again and clattered loudly onto the training ground.
I could hear the swords of the others in the room, but I was more concentrated with what was happening with Liam and I.
I kept my stance steady, my chest rising and falling with controlled breaths as I watched him.
A faint ache spread across my arms from blocking his earlier strikes, but I forced myself not to show it. If he noticed, he would go easier on me, and that was the last thing I wanted.
"Stop blabbing and just keep fighting like you have been doing," I replied, tightening my hold on my own sword.
Liam let out a low groan and bent down to pick up his sword. His fingers wrapped firmly around the wooden handle as he straightened his back, rolling his shoulders like he was trying to shake off the frustration building inside him.
