Mia’s POV

I didn’t wait for him to make the first move.

My dagger flashed, slicing through the air where his throat had been a second ago. He’d already stepped aside, hands still buried in his pockets.

“Quick,” he said with a smirk. “You’ve had training.”

I lunged again, ignoring the smug tone. My dagger came in a fast arc, followed by a spin kick that caught him off guard.

But he ducked under it, smooth as water still keeping that smug grin on his face.

“I don’t like ...