Hard enough. Just. And it left Yasmeen a little slower than he'd been getting to her feet, but she did it in style, rolling back over her shoulders and then springing forward. She faced him, feinted with a lunge and swipe of her claws that intentionally came nowhere near him and then followed with a kick to the muscle of the thigh.

It wasn't the practiced dance of sparring with Raleigh, but there was still a grace and intimate beauty to the way she moved with him. Evidence, if he'd been wanting it, that she'd told him no lies.