The Quiet Girl in the Dojo Who Made Every Black Belt Bow

stayed even.

“I’m not running.”

Bryce called from the edge, “Come on, Ty. She’s just dancing around.”

Ellie did not glance at him.

Coach Calder’s voice came firm.

“Bryce. Quiet.”

Tyler stepped in again.

Faster.

Ellie met his rhythm as if it had already been written.

Parry.

Step.

Angle.

Stop.

Her hand ended one inch from his chest.

Tyler looked down at it.

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