Chapter 8
The night of the full moon came much faster than Cinder had hoped. It was the fastest month she had ever experienced, and every day felt like torture knowing that she couldn’t slow the time until the hunt.
On the week of the hunt, Silver refused to let her train with her knife.
“You sound just like my granddaughter Ruby. Always impatient, always wanting to jump three steps ahead. It takes more training than you have time for to be decent with a knife. Besides, knives are a luxury that I hope you’ll always have, but you can never count on that.”
“So what do I fight with?”
“Weapons. Anything you can get your hands on.”
“But your knife is the only one I have.”
But that wasn’t true, Cinder realized. She had kitchen knives that she might be able to hide in her skirt.
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