#Chapter 24: The Lesson

"All right, Elena," Charles said, positioning me so I could look in the wall-to-wall mirror in the studio. Mats covered the floor except for a small periphery, and a punching bag hung from the corner. "How tall would you estimate this guy was? And it was a man, you think?" I nodded. "I'm ninety-five percent sure he was male. And maybe a half-a-foot shorter than you? It's hard to tell with the coat he was wearing but I think he was a lot wider than you." Charles nodded. He was wearing tracksuit bottoms and a thin, grey shirt. It made his intense blue eyes pop and I could see the muscles of his abs clearly outlined through the material. I swallowed hard. I needed to control myself and take this seriously. I needed to learn, just in case. "Attackers tend to grab women from behind first. It's a more vulnerable position." He put his hands on my shoulders and leaned in toward me. His voice was gentle, concerned, and he spoke close enough that his vetiver smell overwhelmed me.