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ten seconds before running at each other full-speed again. As they neared each other, they each extended an arm out of the side and caught each other across the chest, just below the neck. The force of the blows had them both flying back and hitting the ground loud and hard before sliding back another few feet.
    Breathing hard and clutching or rubbing their collarbones, Peter and Mr. Connor laughed.
    Adam moved in between them and stared down at them, shaking his head. “Show offs.”
    A lot of the Prospects had seen Peter before, so while they still seemed impressed by his speed and power, they were, I thought, even more impressed by Mr. Connor. Most of the class stared at him with eyes wide, mouths hanging slightly open.
    “That wall running thing was awesome!” Natalie said, her tone awed.
    Beside me, Linc winked. “You could do that.”
    I didn’t point out that I had already done something similar in the alley during the hunt for his demon last Phase. I wasn’t sure how I’d done it then, and I wasn’t really all that sure I could do it again without breaking something. “I don’t know,” I murmured quietly.
    Everyone—save Eric, Brian, and a few scowling others—started whispering about Mr. Connor and Peter’s speed and strength, or replaying this or that move.
    One of the guys in the class looked at Peter and Mr. Connor hopefully. “You’re gonna teach us that stuff, right?”
    “Maybe next Phase,” Mr. Connor answered. “That’s advanced training, things we’ve practiced and trained years to do.”
    In the background, Eric scoffed. “I could do it,” he muttered.
    I knew I wasn’t the only one who’d heard him. Mr. Connor, Peter, and Adam all looked at him with a raised eyebrow you-think-so? look. “Okay,” Peter said, nodding. “I’ll make you guys a deal—if it’s okay with Mr. Connor, that is.”
    Mr. Connor shrugged. “Sure.”
    “Deal is this. Adam here will show you all a move, something less advanced than the wall running thing, but still more advanced than anything you’ve trained for to date. You’ll split into two teams, with each person getting a chance to try the move once. If any single person from either team manages to do the move, then their entire team will get two hours a week of private training to learn different, advanced moves. Sound fair?”
    Eric’s shoulders twitched.
    The other Prospects nodded.
    “Alright then,” Peter said. “Split up. Choose your teams wisely. Once we start, you can’t switch later if a different team looks more promising.”
    Eric glared my way. “I’m on whatever team she’s,” he said, emphasizing the word with a sneer, “not on.” He cast a look over his shoulder. “I’ll stick with my own species, thanks.”
    Linc and Tasha moved to my side as a few snickered and went to Eric’s side of the room. I’d spent the summer dealing with his crap, so it didn’t surprise me at all. It didn’t even surprise me that a few had immediately chosen his team. It was expected. Most of the Prospects still didn’t like me and I didn’t think that’d change so soon (though I’d still hoped it would).
    But expected or not, it didn’t stop the gut-twisting feeling when, at the words ‘own species’, others picked Eric’s team.
    Within a few seconds, half the class went to stand behind Eric. The other half seemed unsure of what they wanted to do. They looked to Eric and then to me, like they didn’t particularly like either of us and were trying to decide who was the lesser evil.
    Tasha tossed her hands to her hips. “If you’re going to look at her like that, then you might as well just move on over to Eric’s team.”
    And that was one of the many reasons why I loved Tasha—even when I was on the receiving end of that no-nonsense tone.
    The undecided looked at each other, shrugged, and all but two—Brian and Natalie—took Tasha’s advice and joined Eric’s side of the room. It left us with a team of three. Natalie stared