and felt protective of her, but neither of those things meant that he
was attracted to her. Maybe she wasn?t his type. Maybe he even
had a girlfriend back in Spain. Helen imagined a dark siren with
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long black curls, olive skin, and a sexy Spanish accent waiting for
Lucas to come back to Europe.
She flopped over in bed and put a pillow over her head, vowing
not to be the pathetic loser who chases after a boy she can never
have. She needed more information about Lucas, but since he was
new in school, and no one knew his previous history with girls,
Helen was going to have to see what she could get out of Ariadne
and hope she didn?t come off as too obvious.
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Chapter Nine
?Keep sticking your chin out like that and I?ll knock it
off for you,? Hector yelled. He?d been doing a lot of
yelling over the past hour and a half.
Helen obediently tucked in her chin and lifted her
fists up to guard her face. She kept her center of
gravity low and moved her feet in sweeping crescents in case there
were obstacles on the ground that she would need to brush out of
the way. She circled Hector, watching his hips in case he shot in to
take her to the mat. She did everything he?d told her to. Then Hector
smirked and punched her in the face, his hands moving in a
blurry haze. She fell on her butt for the tenth time and after a moment
looked up at him through her ever-healing eyes.
?That was your left again, huh?? she asked mildly.