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Chapter 15
CAMILLE'S POINT OF VIEW
The fist came at my face too fast to dodge. I tried to block like Jason had taught me, but my arms felt heavy as stone. His knuckles grazed my cheek as I stumbled backward.
"Too slow," he barked. "Again."
My lungs burned. Sweat stung my eyes. We'd been at this for almost two hours, and the digital clock on the