—Ellie—  

  Tristan blocked my attack by hitting my wrist. My years of training with Mateo prevented me from dropping the knife despite the sharp pain in my wrist.  

  A smile crossed Tristan’s face, and I released my dress and rammed my fist into his abdomen while I slashed the knife at him once more. The blade grazed his arm and blood trickled down, but Trista didn’t even wince. 

  His smile got wider as he took a step back, completely unfazed. I lunged at ...