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grinning, he barked out orders to everyone, explaining what exercises to start with. Uneasily, I realized I didn’t know most of them.
    “Come on, Hathaway,” he said, taking my arm. “You can be my partner. Let’s see what you’ve been doing all this time.”
    An hour later, he had his answer.
    “Not practicing, huh?”
    “Ow,” I groaned, momentarily incapable of normal speech.
    He extended a hand and helped me up from the mat he’d knocked me down on—about fifty times.
    “I hate you,” I told him, rubbing a spot on my thigh that was going to have a wicked bruise tomorrow.
    “You’d hate me more if I held back.”
    “Yeah, that’s true,” I agreed, staggering along as the class put the equipment back.
    “You actually did okay.”
    “What? I just had my ass handed to me.”
    “Well, of course you did. It’s been two years. But hey, you’re still walking. That’s something.” He grinned mockingly.
    “Did I mention I hate you?”
    He flashed me another smile, which quickly faded to something more serious. “Don’t take this the wrong way. . . . I mean, you really are a scrapper, but there’s no way you’ll be able to take your trials in the spring—”
    “They’re making me take extra practice sessions,” I explained. Not that it mattered. I planned on getting Lissa and me out of here before these practices really became an issue. “I’ll be ready.”
    “Extra sessions with who?”
    “That tall guy. Dimitri.”
    Mason stopped walking and stared at me. “You’re putting in extra time with Belikov?”
    “Yeah, so what?”
    “So the man is a god .”
    “Exaggerate much?” I asked.
    “No, I’m serious. I mean, he’s all quiet and antisocial usually, but when he fights . . . wow. If you think you’re hurting now, you’re going to be dead when he’s done with you.”
    Great. Something else to improve my day.
    I elbowed him and went on to second period. That class covered the essentials of being a bodyguard and was required for all seniors. Actually, it was the third in a series that had started junior year. That meant I was behind in this class too, but I hoped protecting Lissa in the real world had given me some insight.
    Our instructor was Stan Alto, whom we referred to simply as “Stan” behind his back and “Guardian Alto” in formal settings. He was a little older than Dimitri, but not nearly as tall, and he always looked pissed off. Today, that look intensified when he walked into the classroom and saw me sitting there. His eyes widened in mock surprise as he circled the room and came to stand beside my desk.
    “What’s this? No one told me we had a guest speaker here today. Rose Hathaway. What a privilege! How very generous of you to take time out of your busy schedule and share your knowledge with us.”
    I felt my cheeks burning, but in a great show of self-control, I stopped myself from telling him to fuck off. I’m pretty sure my face must have delivered that message, however, because his sneer increased. He gestured for me to stand up.
    “Well, come on, come on. Don’t sit there! Come up to the front so you can help me lecture the class.”
    I sank into my seat. “You don’t really mean—”
    The taunting smile dried up. “I mean exactly what I say, Hathaway. Go to the front of the class.”
    A thick silence enveloped the room. Stan was a scary instructor, and most of the class was too awed to laugh at my disgrace quite yet. Refusing to crack, I strode up to the front of the room and turned to face the class. I gave them a bold look and tossed my hair over my shoulders, earning a few sympathetic smiles from my friends. I then noticed I had a larger audience than expected. A few guardians—including Dimitri—lingered in the back of the room. Outside the Academy, guardians focused on one-on-one protection. Here, guardians had a lot more people to protect and they had to train the novices. So rather than follow any one person around, they worked shifts