ANDREAThe air was thick and stifling with heat and exertion. Sweat slicked my skin as I slammed into the mat again. My breath came out sharp and ragged, pain radiating through my back from the impact. Above me, Logan moved slowly, deliberately, like he had all the time in the world. He’d been training me relentlessly. I blinked up at him, chest heaving. The way he looked at me made my stomach tighten. He stood over me, head tilted slightly, dark eyes burning with something intense I didn’t want to name. “You hesitated,” he murmured, voice low and lethal. I swallowed hard, the motion making me hyper-aware of my pulse hammering in my throat. He was still too close, watching me like he was waiting for me to make another mistake. “You do that in the real world,” he breathed, leaning down so his breath ghosted across my cheek, “and you die.” His lips twitched into the faintest, cruelest smirk. “Or,” he added, voice a dark promise, “something worse happens.” God.A shiver ran down
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