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Genevieve couldn’t catch her breath. Even on that padded, carpeted floor, he’d thrown her so hard the wind had been knocked from her, and his knee on her chest didn’t help. She gasped, and then the air came back, and with it her anger.

She moved fast enough, catching his ankle and attempting to dislodge him, but he was stronger, harder than anyone she’d ever practiced with. And this wasn’t practice.