`~Grace~
"Victim of your sexual escapades"
Rafe's words replay in my mind, echoing with an intensity that lingers long after they had left his lips. The rest of the evening hour drifts past in a fog.
I spend all of it thinking, trying to recall what and how it happened.
Lucian wasn't teasing when he said he'd share his curse and I won't remember, and Freye was enjoying my chaotic conflict and now she has forced me into combat training which I have no means to refuse. Her words were a magical command that my body involuntarily can't resist.
I stand next to her, staring down her carefree figure.
"Have you done any martial arts before?" she says.
"No."
"Good. Hold out your hand."
She takes my hand and concentrates. Her eyes seem to go right through me, sharp and dark. Something ice-cold travels from her hand to mine. It shoots up my arm, into my head like a freezing black blade, then back down into my hand. She doesn't release my hand and I shiver.
