“No one told me where to go.”
His smirk broadened. “Is that so, Grayson? You forgot to tell her?”
“Enough talking.”
Pierce, the one with ice magic, glared at me. “What are you wearing?”
I still wore the loose pants and tunic I’d had on when they forced me from my home. “I don’t have anything else.”
He cut his gaze to Grayson, who shifted his weight and crossed his arms.
I waited.
“Well?” Grayson stared at me, and his lips curled in an impatient sneer.
They all stared at me as if they expected me to do something.
“I don’t know what you want.”
“Train.”
“With what? With whom?”
Grayson brushed a lock of the dark hair Sara foundso attractive off his forehead. “Pierce, teach the mouthy shield a lesson.”
They couldn’t hurt me with their magic. No matter how hard they tried. That left physical violence.
Pierce crossed to the wall of weapons, grabbed a staff, and threw one at me.
I’d barely caught it when he was on me. His blow nearly knocked the weapon from my fingers.
“Useless,” he muttered.
I retreated and took a defensive stance.
Pierce twirled his staff, then fast as lightning, he swept it toward my ankles.
I easily jumped over his staff and swung my weapon at his ribs, landing a blow.
His gray eyes narrowed, and he attacked in earnest.
He was taller.
He was stronger.
But I met each blow.
“Stop playing with her, Pierce.” Flynn sounded bored.
This was playing? My breath came in short pants, and sweat burned my eyes. What was he like when he was serious?
Pierce’s staff swung toward my head, and I raised my staff to ward off the blow. The crack of tempered wood colliding was as loud as thunder.
I staggered backward, and he pressed his advantage, landing a blow on my left shoulder. My arm went numb, and tears welled in my eyes.
“Yield,” he demanded.
Already my magic was repairing the damage he’d done. Keeping my ability to heal a secret ranked high on my list of priorities. Rather than risk revealing it, I did as Pierce demanded and dropped my staff. “I yield.”
