The Gravity of Touch

ROWAN’S POV

Where we’re going turns out to be a room in the sub level I didn’t know existed, all matted floor and low light and the specific smell of a place where people hurt each other on purpose.

It’s cold. I’m still half-asleep. I hate everything.

“So how does this—” I start, and he’s already moving.

“Stance.” He circles behind me. “Feet apart. Wider. Weight back on your heels, not your toes,