The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy novel Chapter 465

“But –“

“No but’s,” he says, holding up a hand as he interrupts me. “This is your course of study. If you do not accept it, you can leave the school.”

I scowl, looking over at Faiza, who shrugs, clearly inviting me to make whatever choice I want.

“But when will I study for my other courses?”

“You will find the time,” Blaze says, smiling at me, looking almost fond already – and as odd as that idea is, it somehow feels quite true.

I scowl but I nod, shrugging, supposing inwardly that if it gets too much I can talk to Neumann about it. But, for now, I’ll agree.

“Good,” he says, gesturing towards the floor. “Sit. We will begin.”

I do as I’m bid, folding my legs beneath me as Faiza steps forward to stand next to Blaze, looking interestedly between them. I’m surprised to find that Faiza is a little taller than Blaze, though both are equally slim. Their clothes, however, are completely different, as Blaze seem to prefer breezy linens that hang off his body while Faiza seems to be wearing some sort of specially made pants and jacket – all black fabric that moves and stretches with her like a second skin.

“You are small,” Blaze says, gesturing towards me, his eyes wrinkling with kindness as he says it. “As are we.” He gestures between himself and Faiza. “But, we live in a world that tells us we are weak, that holds that only the biggest and strongest are powerful. It is not true.”

“The truth is that Blaze and I could kick the asses of every single one of those boys at your table,” Faiza says, a confident smirk pulling at her lips. “All at once, were we to fight together.”

My eyebrows go up in disbelief but Blaze nods, confirming that it is true. “There are benefits to being small, and nimble, and graceful, and fast. We will show you.”

The two turn towards each other then, each raising their hands delicately – but then, between blinks, they’re moving. My mouth falls open as I watch the speed with which they move – slashing out punches and slices, dipping beneath each other’s arms and rolling out of the way when a blow comes too close.