Page 84 of Beneath the Starlight and Storms

Hook clears his throat, his eyes sparkling. “Entertainment.”

I guess I did find it entertaining, especially now that I knew no one was seriously hurt.

“They’re all really good at faking an injury too.” Some of them lookreallybelievable.

Hook shakes his head at me, smiling. “Okay. I’m going to grab your wrist. When I do, I want you to rotate your arm to the side my thumb is on and pull as strong as you can. We’ll try it a few times until you get the hang of it.”

I nod and Hook snaps out to grab my wrist. I twist my arm but don’t pull hard enough and he ends up pulling me towards him and placing a soft kiss on my nose.

“Try to pull harder this time,” he murmurs.

We try it again and this time I pull and yank my arm away from him. Hook smiles at me as my hand gets free.

My small victory is short-lived when he reaches out and grabs my other hand and pulls me toward him.

“That’s cheating,” I argue.

Hook chuckles. “You were supposed to run.”

I wince. “I guess I forgot that part.”

“Try not forgetting this time.” Hook places another kiss on my nose before releasing me.

This time, I’m ready for him. When he grabs my wrist, I quickly twist it and pull hard before turning and running as fast as I can.

But apparently, it’s not fast enough.

Hook catches up to me in seconds and wraps his arms around me. “Gotcha,” he whispers.

“This doesn’t seem fair. How am I supposed to escape something like this?” Neither of my hands are free and there’s no way I can get out of his hold. He was also cheating with his abilities. There was no way he could move that fast without them.

“With this.” He places a kiss on the back of my head.

“Thrust your head back hard enough to make it hurt.” He takes my hand and spins me around to face him. Lifting my hand up he bends my fingers and hand, so my palm is facing upward.

“When you’ve escaped their hold but can’t get away from your attacker, there are other moves you can use. If you are face to face with them, thrust the palm of your hand in an upward angle at their nose.” He mimics what I’ve to do before forming my hand into a fist.

“Or punch them straight in the throat. It’ll buy you enough time to get out of there.” Hook steps back. “Come on. I want you to try those moves and know each one inside out before we finish for the day.”

It hits me that we’re the only two people here. Which means he wants me to use all those moves on him.

A small smile stretches across my face at the thought. Maybe I was a little vicious after all. Because the thought of attacking Hook excited me.

“You want me to attack you?” I quirk a brow at him, trying to subdue my growing smile.

Hook chuckles at the look on my face. “If you attack me, I can promise you neither of us will end up practicing.”

“And what would we be doing instead?” I take a step closer to him.

His grin turns wolfish as his eyes darken. “Something far more physical.” His eyes trail down my body, leaving a trail of heat in its path.

I narrow my eyes on him trying to mask the heat now flooding my body at his words. But as always, he somehow knows exactly what I’m thinking and gives me a knowing look before turning and walking over to a spot near the wall. He pulls something large out and drags it over to me.

“This is what you’ll be practicing on,” he grunts, moving to the side of the large object to stand beside it.

It looks like someone took a mold of half a body and attached it to a stand.

“Meet Pan.” Hook narrows his eyes on the fake mold.

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