Ravensblood Forest It’s Go Time

Finley’s ears flattened as Donovan broke into a laugh; had she sounded annoyed? She certainly wouldn’t have minded if he’d stopped her before leaving—but like hell if she was letting her unaffected facade break again, least of all around a superior.

Fortunately the Saint seemed to take it in good spirits; he dropped into a lazy play bow, inviting her to another spar. Like child’s play. Of course Finley didn’t have anything resembling “other business,” and it mortified her that he’d been given the impression at all.

But she shook her head quickly, again faking a casual dust-off, and dropped to her best attempt at a play-bow. It resembled a pre-attack crouch more than anything, but no matter. She wasn’t going to pull another surprise, figuring he’d be ready for it, and figured she might as well entertain his theatrics. Just to start.

“Not tired at all,” Finley said, gathering her senses. He was testing her, surely. She’d land a hit this time. She had to.