She nodded, swallowing hard.
He demonstrated the first stretch, lowering himself into a deep lunge that looked almost too graceful for a man his size. He held the pose effortlessly, as if his body were made of steel cables instead of muscle and bone.
Nnenna tried to mirror him but wobbled unsteadily. Her hip protested with a sharp pull. She bit back a hiss.
Arthur's gaze flicked over, assessing her alignment with the same detached scrutiny he might use on a broken weapon.
"Lower your back knee," he ordered calmly.
She adjusted, her face tightening with effort.
"Straighten your spine. You're collapsing your chest."
She sucked in a shaky breath and obeyed.
He moved behind her, close enough that she could feel the heat of his presence. He placed one hand lightly on her shoulder blade and pressed, guiding her posture without a word. The touch was impersonal, almost, but it sent a strange shiver through her all the same.
