Chapter 7
“I’ve been concerned for some time about the levels of violence in your classes,” Ms. Underhill informed me as I sank into one of the two seats in front of her desk. The armchairs were obscenely comfortable...but they were also considerably lower to the floor than average. Given my already short stature, I felt like a child peering up at an adult from my present vantage point, precisely the effect the headmistress was going for.
“Fencing isn’t about violence,” Kira countered from the perch she’d taken on the edge of her seat, her chin level with the desk rather than hidden beneath it like mine was. “It’s about control and restraint and...”
I could repeat our father’s words just as glibly as my sister was currently doing, but something told me Ms. Underhill wasn’t going to be i
