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"Back straight?" Sebastian inquired, in his fighting stance. "Legs apart. Arms to your chest."
I waved his response away. "I'm ready, come at me!"
His eyes darkened. "I'm not playing nice."
"Come at me," I said.
He lunged forward, and I countered his punch by ducking, and he just smirked, remaining above me and threw his fists down.
I just gracefully slid out from under his legs and stood fully behind him, and he spun around, a grin splitting his face.
"Too slow," I taunted.
He stood up straight, shaking his head. "No, I was going easy on you."
I laughed. "You liar. I'm better than you, admit it."
His eyes glowed a dangerous red, and I stilled. "No one's better than me," he promised in a low tone.
And he vanished.
I shot up, spinning around and looking for him, but he was gone.
Panic brimmed inside me, but for some reason, I wasn't running.
I searched the room, temples dampening from sweat...
But I just heard a voice from behind me:
"Too slow."
Before I could turn, Sebastian's ankle slammed into my calves, and I yelped, falling forward.
I tried to catch myself like he taught me an hour ago; flip up your feet and steady them on the part of the ground he didn't strike me with, so I lifted my knees, about to position myself...
But right as I landed on the ground, I realized that I landed on the edges of my feet rather than the full foot, but before I could react... my right foot rolled over, and I heard a snap echo through the air, though I felt no pain.
I slammed—face first—onto the ground, wincing as a sudden pain struck through me, but there was something...
Something was hot and swirling at my ankle.
After a moment, Sebastian was kneeling by my side, clearly concerned. "I'm so sorry! I thought you were going to catch yourself. Do you need help?"
I shook my head, keeping my strength as I pushed my hands up, attempting to stand...
But the moment my right foot touched the ground, fire struck up my leg, and I cried out, collapsing back onto the ground.
I caught myself on my hands, though Sebastian's arms were already around me, guiding me to turn over so I faced him.
I winced again when my foot lightly touched the ground, feeling heat swell around my ankle as well as a pounding ache.
"Did you hurt yourself?" he whispered, helping me sit.
"N—no," I said, trying to stand again but another bolt struck up my leg, but this time it left a sharpness in my skin, and I cried out and collapsed onto him.
He caught me, sitting crisscross and guided me onto his lap.
I watched hazily as he wrapped an arm around me.
"Where does it hurt?" he whispered in my ear.
I shook my head. "No, I'm fine. It's just trauma."
"Skye," he warned.
"I'm fine, really!" I said, struggling to get out of his lap, but his hands tightened.
He sighed in my hair. "Is it really that hard to ask for help?"
I stilled for a moment, my mind echoing his words.
I then relaxed into him. "Uhm... I usually take care of myself. So, I know I'll be okay."
He just caught the front of my throat and pushed my head back, so it rested on his chest.
I gazed up at him as he watched me back, those amused eyes now soft.
"You're parents were never home," he realized gently. "So you always had to take care of yourself. Even with sicknesses?"
I nodded, lips parting at his sudden sympathy.
He brushed my hair away from my face. "Well, that changes now. Where does it hurt?"
I gazed down. "It's fine! It's just trauma, as I said!"
"SKYE," he said sharply, lashes lowered in warning.
I sighed and gazed down, watching the ground numbly. "My right ankle."
His body relaxed in response, and he just guided me off his lap and laid me down on the training room floor.
I stared up as he crawled over to my ankle and sat on his knees in front of it.
"I'm going to look, okay?" he said to me, eyes still soft. "Keep your position. Don't try to stop me."
My brows drew together in response, and he just picked my foot up with a gentleness I didn't know he had.
I winced as a slight pain swelled through my leg.
Though he just caught my slip-on sneaker, starting to pull it off.
I cried out, dropping my head back as a shockwave sliced through me.
"Sorry," he said, "I know that hurt, but your shoe is off now. Just the sock left."
I closed my eyes tightly, whimpering at the near-coming pain.
And he gently slid off the sock, making me tip my head back as a quieter shockwave slid through me.
But when I gazed up, his eyes were darkened, and my brows drew together in worry. "Sebastian...? It's okay, right?"
He gazed up at me, shaking his head as his eyes remained the darkest I'd ever seen them. "No, it's completely swollen and covered in bruises."
I dropped my head down at his lack of enthusiasm. "It's fine! I've sprained my ankle before. Just ice, elevate, and crutch around. No problem! It'll be fine within a week!" My eyes sparkled. "We can train while I'm on crutches! I can try a new training technique with them! That'll be fun!"
"Skye," Sebastian said, shaking his head, "you need to rest."
I made a pft sound. "Rest is for losers."
"Rest is for healing," he corrected, clearly getting annoyed. "But..." he sighed, gazing up at me, "I'll take you to the infirmary and maybe the doc can patch you up in seconds."
My eyes sparkled. "Yay! Then back to training!"
He smiled slightly; amused. "No training for the rest of the day, at least."
I dropped my arms, doubt clouding my mind. "But, I...."
"Need to rest," he finished.
I sighed then, turning my face to the side in annoyance.
But he just caught my chin and tipped my head to face him, and I just realized he crawled over to me.
My eyes locked on his... the complete pitch black of his gaze, covered in glistening gold like stars in the night sky.
But he just smiled and tipped his head down, lightly brushing his lips on mine; just enough to send a shockwave of heat through me, and a good one.
He pulled back, setting his forehead on mine. "I'm sorry, baby."
I smiled slightly, eyes still locked with his, and I probably forgot the entire situation because I just cupped his cheek and brushed my thumb along the corner of his lip. "Your eyes are pretty."
He smirked in response. "Your everything is pretty," he told me, raising himself so he could press a kiss to my forehead.
I watched as he got into a kneeling position and caught my arm, guiding it around his neck.
"Hold onto my neck," he told me, and I nodded.
He released my arm and I clutched onto him, though he just slipped his arms under my legs and back, and he lifted me, making me gasp when he pulled me up, and I clutched onto him when I bounced slightly at the movement.
I kept my eyes locked with his, and he was still staring down at me. "Comfy?" he said.
I just smiled and set my head on his chest, nodding.
He chuckled and just carried me out of the room.
