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“Start copying the alphabet. Until your letters are perfect. And every time you get through a round, lower and raise your shield. Until that is second nature. I'll be back in an hour.'

'What?'

'Copy. The. Alphabet. Until-'

'I heard what you said.' Prick. Prick, prick, prick.

'Then get to work,' Rhys uncoiled to his feet. 'And at least have the decency to only call me a prick when you shields are back up.”