CAROLINE'S POV
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Lucian drops to the ground, one knee bent under him, keeping him up, the other swiping at my feet, the movement precise, calculated and one he’s very familiar with. The technique is perfect. Pulling the strength in my legs together, focusing on every burning muscle, I push off the ground, launching over his head, twisting my body, landing sideways, and I kick, my foot connecting with his hard back, sending him flying to the ground. He toppled forward, a low chuckle grumbling in his chest as he is bent over on all fours, staring at the ground between his veiny hands. A huff of air blows from his nose as he jumps to his feet, facing me. Ever so slowly, a grin tugs at his full lips as he dusts his hands off against his leather pants. I pant, staring up at him, those steel
