Isabella's POV
Lysandra wiped the blood from her lip, her crimson eyes gleaming in the dim torchlight of the training chamber. The fight had left us both bruised and breathless, but for the first time, I'd managed to hold my own against her. She managed to punch me a few times, but I still held my ground and could see her moves instead of just blurs.
And the best part... I finally compelled her to get the upper hand.
I didn't even need to look her in the eye; I was finally able to get hold of her body with just a quick glance.
"That is all I can teach you," she said, her voice uncharacteristically solemn. "But I still have one last gift."
I tilted my head, waiting for what she would do next.
She slit her wrist; a few drops fell on the ground as she formed a circle with a strange
