Flashback ( PDFDrive )

Fitz scowled—and before Sophie could ask what a dead drop was,
he’d flipped himself into a handstand and began lowering his arms
until his elbows were bent at right angles, then straightening them
again, like the world’s most impossible push-up.
“You’re making him do fifty of those?” Sophie asked as Fitz
counted them off. She was pretty sure she’d have a heart attack after
ten.
Okay, fine—after five.
Actually, she’d probably face-plant into the sand just trying to get
into position.
Grizel grinned. “I usually make him do a hundred.”
She must not have been exaggerating, because Fitz made it through
without collapsing—though his face was red and his clothes were so
sweaty they’d suctioned onto his skin.
“Cooled off now?” Grizel asked as he flipped back to his feet. “Or
do you want a few more?”
His answer was to whip off his soggy jerkin and throw it at her
head—but Grizel was too fast, drawing her sword and shredding the
fabric to bits.
She scooped up a ragged piece with the tip of her blade and held it
under his nose. “Don’t make me tie you up and leave you in one of
those caverns. You know I will.”
The threat triggered a flashback, and Sophie closed her eyes, trying
to squeeze out her memories of black cloaked figures jumping out of
the shadows, grabbing her and Dex, and shoving drugged cloths over
their faces. The Neverseen had ambushed them in one of the rocky
caves along the beach near her house before dragging them away to be