Chapter 35. Not Like This

Wren POV

On Tuesday, I learned how to break a wrist hold, and Kenzie Hart learned what I could do to a door.

The first part was Silas's fault. We were in the empty dance studio at the back of the athletics building, mats on the floor, mirrors on the walls. He kept the lights low because I'd asked. He kept his hands where I could see them.

"Rule one," he said, holding out his wrist. "Grab it."

I grabbed it.

"Now I'm going to grab yours. Okay?"

I nodded. He took my wrist, firm but not hard, and my whole body went cold for a second, the old cold, straps and a metal chair.

He felt it. He let go instantly.

"Too much?"

I shook my head. Do it again. I need to know what to do.

He did it again. Slower. And he showed me: turn toward the thumb, the weakest point. Twist and pull. Step in, not away. By the fifth try, I broke his grip so fast he swore and shook out his