Chapter 120 Training: Getting Better

• The command in his voice made her body move before her mind caught up. She lunged, her swing wide, clumsy. Darren sidestepped easily, caught her wrist midair, and twisted it just enough to disarm her. The knife clattered to the ground.
• “Too slow,” he said, voice calm but edged. “You’re thinking too much. Instinct, Nina. Trust it.”
• She exhaled shakily, retrieving the knife. “You make it sound easy.”