Chapter Thirty-Seven
Jurn walked beside her. “Did I ask for that?”
“It wasn’t for you.”
“Who was it for?”
“Me. It was distracting all that glitter in the air.” She threw the needle at the target and glared as it fell far short. She almost cheered when Dore finally told them to use crossbows. But that was the last time she felt like cheering. After their meal break Dore paired her with Jurn for sword practice and he wasn’t giving any quarter. Four times her sword landed in the dirt. The fourth time she did too. When she rose from the dust it was to see the entire squad watching her.
Her gaze narrowed and she picked up her sword and held it ready. This time she concentrated on defence. There was no way she could attack with the mood Jurn was in. He seemed out for blood and hers looked t
