Seraphina: Initiation Read Online Free PDF Page B

stuff!” he taunts me jumping up to a metal beam above me.
    I can ’ t help but
laugh, I’ve never seen this competitive side of Nate before.
It ’ s my turn to smirk as I start into a
run, jump, and grab hold of a beam before swinging to the next one
and the next like it was a playground ’ s
monkey bars. When I reach the last beam, I swing up onto it before
jumping up to the next beam and we begin this little game we’ve
started. I can ’ t seem to see him through
all the tarps so I slowly make my way from beam to beam in silence.
I’m quietly slipping under tarps and making my way around listening
for anything that would alert me to where he is. I’m about halfway
to the front when I see it, a glimmer of chestnut hair through a
tarp to my right. I make him out below me, inching closer to where
he can obviously sense me. I have to do something to catch him off
guard! I rack my brain for attack options, but instead decide to
follow my instincts like he ’ s instructed
me. I leap down to the scaffold just above him. Gripping my hands
around the beam, I swing my legs and kick him off his beam. He
locks eyes with me right before impact and he ’ s able to grab hold of the beam below him on his
fall down. Sending me a look that makes my insides flip, he climbs
up onto the beam before jumping up to the next one and the next one
until he is lost somewhere in the darkness above me. He ’ s going to try and get me back I can feel it, I
can ’ t help the giggle that escapes my
mouth as my nerves get the best of me. I continue to dash across
the length of the beam not even attempting to be quiet,
I ’ m just trying to get away from where I
last saw him. Pausing when I reach a wall, I turn to listen for his
whereabouts. It ’ s
eerily silent and I know he ’ s up
to something. I crouch low and try to make him out through the
beams before me. I hear a slight noise above me, but I
don ’ t acknowledge it. I can feel him
inching closer on the beam above me as anxiety is rising inside me,
but I pretend not to notice. A noise escapes his throat as he jumps
down onto me. Only when he gets there I ’ m
on the beam to the right of him and playfully push him. He catches
his balance as he grips the post between us and uses it to swing
his body around finding himself on my beam now. I take a step back
to make room for him, but instead he swings into a kick. I duck and
slip off the beam, but instead of dropping to the floor
I ’ m able to grab the beam in my hands,
swing back up, and kick him in the chest. He catches his balance
faster than me and he just steps onto the beam perpendicular. As
soon as I ’ m on my feet again, he goes in
for a punch at my face. I duck just enough to feel the wind from
his fist. I grab his wrist and pull him back onto my beam going in
for a knee to the chest, but he deflects it and goes in for another
jab this time to my chest. I jump back grab his wrist again and
flip him around me and throw him against the post behind me with my
elbow at his throat. I smirk at him,
    “Who’s kicking whose butt?” I mutter in
between breaths close enough to his face to see his grin in the
shadow.
    He calls my bluff and pushes me off him with
both hands. Instead of falling on my back, I turn into a backflip
and another until I reach the opposite post. He begins to run at me
and I run to meet him beginning this dance of ours. He throws a
punch and I duck before jabbing at his chest, but he grabs my wrist
to spin me around him. Somehow during that spin I extend my leg and
kick him, he takes the kick and flips backwards before coming at me
again. We are spinning and twirling in these offensive-defensive
moves jumping from beam to beam until I decide its time to end
this. Nate is coming up into an uppercut from where I last knocked
him over. I lean back just enough for him to miss, then grab his
wrist and throw him down onto the floor below. He falls to the
ground and the momentum makes him slide all the way to the