faster than before

“Ready,” I said.
“Ready,” the Redcap echoed.
The music abruptly stopped, and in the silence Mab’s voice came from everywhere. “Begin.”
I rushed forward faster than I ever could have done before I’d become Mab’s Knight. It was damned close. The Redcap was quicker off the mark, but I had longer arms. He snatched the nearest end of the silk an instant before I grabbed my end. As my fingers closed, he snapped it back out of my grip, and then dropped his weight straight down, his back leg coming forward into a crescent-shaped sweep about six inches off the icy floor.


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