Gabe cursed and cut my amusement short when his muscles tightened and gathered under me. Never turn your back on the enemy, Protector.” I savored any opportunity I had to take his ego down a notch. With his sculpted features, Gabe never lacked for company, and he never let anyone forget it. “What is it you’re always yelling at me?” I pretended to think about it, enjoying my little victory over my boyfriend’s brother. And then I wondered if I might have given away my abnormal speed. Unwilling to loosen my hold for even a second, I considered biting him in retribution for the thousand times he’d insulted me. My height rivaled his, with me close to six feet and him just over, but he had a good sixty pounds of muscle on me. I took advantage of Gabe’s distraction to wrap an arm around his neck, putting the whole of my weight into pinning him. Gabe’s breath hissed out when Asher, leaning against a rack of weights, laughed at his older brother’s defeat at the hands of a gangly girl half his size. Our bodies hit the blue mat in the middle of the Blackwells’ gym with a thud that shivered from my teeth to my backbone. In the tick of a hummingbird’s wings, I had launched myself at his back, taking him down in a tangle of arms and legs.
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