Find Me If You Dare (Dreamcatcher Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page A

sweatpants.
    She smirked, a blush rising in her cheeks. I smiled. I loved that silly grin.
    Drenched in sweat, Ivan and Lian circled each other with their fists raised. A light bruise circled one of Lian’s eyes, and Ivan’s bottom lip was swollen to the size of a golf ball. Maybe because healers were around, faces weren’t off limits anymore. Ivan swung again for Lian, but she ducked and kicked his feet out from under him. He hit the floor hard and was slow to get up while Lian giggled. Ouch.
    “All right. We’re done,” he said through his thick Russian accent when he was on his feet, smiling and throwing Lian over his shoulder, wandering toward the exit.
    She shrieked and pounded his back, laughing.
    Tabbi pointed a thumb at them, turning to me. “Did you know they were dating? They’re in love and punching each other in the face.”
    I’d suspected it, given they’d been inseparable the last few weeks. A corner of my mouth rose. Seeing two friends find happiness in the midst of all this madness was energizing.
    Samantha’s squeal snapped me out of my daze. Seth—apparently deciding they were done, too—had picked her up and body-slammed her into the mat.
    He stepped back, jumping up and down with his fists pumping in the air. “I win! I win!” he shouted before throwing Samantha a goofy grin.
    She kicked him in the goolies, a flicker of anger in her eyes.
    With a loud grunt, he grasped himself and fell to the ground. “
Et tu, Brute
?” he managed between gasps.
    I coughed into my fist, covering a chuckle. They’d both taken cheap shots, but Seth should’ve known better. “Spitfire” was synonymous with Samantha’s name.
    “Teach you to toss me like a sack of grain,” Samantha spat, rising off the mat. She flicked loose strands of blonde hair from her sweaty forehead.
    Unable to wipe the amusement from my face, I helped Seth to his feet and smacked his back. “You deserved that.”
    “It’s my turn now, right?”
    I whipped around at the sound of Kayla’s voice, my mouth drying up like the Sahara. Samantha paused, eyeing me for permission.
    I shook my head. “Kayla, I don’t think—”
    “I’m tired of fighting dummies. I want real practice,” she said.
    “I still don’t get why you want to learn to fight. You have
magic
,” Samantha said, adjusting her ponytail.
    “‘Cause she’s afraid one of Richard’s people will bind her powers, like Trishna did to Adelynn,” Tabbi replied, unblinking like she’d been reading Kayla’s mind. Reality flipped back on in her gaze before she added, “Which, actually, is kind of a good fear.”
    “See?” Kayla said, her eyebrows raised. She grabbed Samantha’s wrist, pulling her to the center of the mat. “Now, fight me.”
    Samantha sighed, shot me an apologetic glance, then raised her fists. Kayla did the same, holding one below her nose and the other chest-level. I ran a hand down my face. She’d already forgotten to keep her fists by her temples.
    Please take it easy on her,
I said to Samantha.
    Kayla jetted forward, swinging at Samantha’s face. She caught her in the chin and kneed Samantha in the hip, moving faster than most beginners I trained. My jaw slacked. Maybe she was ready to practice with real people, after all.
    One more good hit from Kayla, and Samantha’s resolve to play nice disappeared. When Kayla swung again, Samantha grabbed her arm and yanked it behind Kayla’s spine. My heart pounded. If there was one thing I knew about Samantha, it was that she did anything to win—including breaking limbs. Samantha pressed the toe of her shoe into the back of Kayla’s knee. Kayla yelped, and her knee buckled.
    “Sam!” I shouted, and she let go.
    Kayla pushed herself off the ground, tossing me a glare, then turned to Samantha, who was already mid-swing. Kayla raised her arms just in time to avoid a punch to the face and yelped when Samantha’s fist collided with her forearms. The loud
thwap
made my teeth grind. Samantha was