ELLA POV
“One round,” Frederic said.
I smiled.
“There he is.”
His mouth twitched, barely.
“Don’t make me regret this.”
“Oh, I definitely will.”
That got the smallest reaction out of him, something almost like a smile before it disappeared again.
At least he still had a pulse.
I stepped farther into the training room and pulled my sweatshirt over my head, tossing it onto the nearest bench. I had a tank underneath, thank Goddess, because apparently my brilliant plan to stalk Frederic Holloway across Fangar in the middle of the night had not included dressing for combat.
His eyes dropped straight to my very obviously braless boobs.
Just for a second.
Still long enough for me to catch it.
I looked down at myself, then back at him.
“Problem?”
“No.”
“Your face says otherwise.”
“
