Chapter Thirty-Three
After their meal break Shadow endured an afternoon of sword drills. Once it was over, she wanted to curl up in a ball and pretend every muscle, bone and inch of her body didn’t hurt. Instead she stood at attention with the rest of the squad, waiting for Dore to finish pacing back and forth in front of them, the ball of wool being tossed into the air.
He stopped abruptly turning to face them. “Dismissed.” His finger pointed at Shadow. “Except you.”
Shadow kept her gaze on Dore, but she still couldn’t miss the glances sent her way as the squad deserted her. She continued to stand at attention, her hands behind her back, her gaze straight ahead, and waited. The moment stretched out, her muscles protested and still Dore stared at her. She bit back her demand to know wha
