“Look for Dunyasha’s tells.” “What?” “A fighter always has a tell, a sign of an old injury, a dropped shoulder when they’re about to throw a punch.” “Do I have a tell?” “You square your shoulders before you start a move as if you’re about to perform, like you’re waiting for the audience’s attention.” She looked slightly affronted at that. “And what’s yours?” Kaz thought of the moment on Vellgeluk that had nearly cost him everything. “I’m a cripple. That’s my tell. No one’s ever smart enough to look for the others.”
