Chapter Eight

Elaina spent most of the morning in the gym practicing fighting technique.

Slowly she practiced maneuvers imagining her opponent countering them and then thinking of something completely different.  

Pulling a dagger from her boot she swiped it through the air stepping from one side to the other. Only stopping long enough to debate the right place to plant it to destroy her attacker.  With a graceful leap she pictured it disappearing into a chest, piercing the heart hidden below it.

“Seems that imaginary friend of yours is dead.” A voice said behind her.

Elaina turned to face Chase, “Too bad, I was imagining it was you.”  She gave a sweet smile putting her dagger back in its holder.  “I have to say you weren’t much of a challenge.”

“I guess my imaginary self is lazy, I can assure you it would take a lot more than that to even knock me down.” Chase flashed a brilliant smile, Elaina watched as he shrugged off his jacket. &nbs