"Fall out!"
"Yes, sir!"
"The basics of military posture! Feet apart at a sixty-degree angle, legs straight, hands hanging naturally at your sides. Suck in your stomach, puff out your chest, head up, eyes forward, shoulders back."
It was almost a subconscious reaction. For every command the instructor barked, Seraphina Sterling followed it to the letter. Everyone watched, dumbfounded. It was too perfect—just as perfect as the instructor's own demonstration just moments before!
"Very good. Hold that position—for one hour!"
Er—Seraphina stared at him, stunned. 'You bastard!' 'So in the end, you were going to punish me anyway!' She felt the overwhelming urge to strangle him.
