Zane turns his gaze to you, dragging it down then up your body painfully slow. A smirk tugged at one corner of his mouth as he walked across the training room and stepped behind you.

His hands slid around your from behind, gently holding your wrists as he pressed his left hip against yours, forcing it forward so you’d shift your weight. Then he leaned in your ear.

“This is a better way to hold it…” He whispers, showing you the better way to hold the sword in your hands.