Nadia
Anna was seemingly struck dumb with surprise – whether by my victory or my offered hand, I wasn’t sure. I raised my eyebrows at her, shaking the offered hand pointedly.
“Come on,” I said. “This isn’t a trap. I’m not you.”
Slowly, she took my hand and let me haul her upright. She watched me with confusion, even as Professor Orion called for all sparring teams to take a breather before the next bout, and trailed after me to the water cooler like a lost duckling.
I tossed one cup of water over my head: another Vincent trick, one that had unfortunately made him look even hotter, as the droplets slowly traced their way down his golden-skinned muscular frame – which I was not thinking about.
The next cup, I drank normally, eyeing Anna over the rim.
“Can I help you?” I finally
