Nadia
As sparring practise went on, Vincent’s words were proved true: I really did have the makings of a good fighter. The techniques Vincent showed me built on my strengths, and I could tell I was improving quickly. By the time I finally had to go back to Fenris Hall, I thought I might be able to hold my own against the other students.
I still hadn’t managed to beat Vincent. But as he admitted, I was forcing him to work harder to win with each bout.
Despite the satisfaction of my growing abilities, though, sparring had become an even more torturous pleasure than our exercise was. Because now we spent most of our day within inches of each other, fighting hand to hand, even wrestling – but still carefully wrapped up in Vincent’s beloved protective gear.
I was closer to him than e
