Three
“A sword?” I narrow my eyes at the straight-bladed weapon Calla holds out to me after breakfast the following morning. We’re in the kitchen, which seems like far too ordinary a setting for the pile of weapons that just sailed through the air from another room and landed on the table. “What do you want me to do with that?” I ask as I reach tentatively for it.
“I’m going to teach you how to use it, along with some basic combat magic.”
A snort of laughter escapes me, but I stop when I realize she isn’t joining in. “Oh, you’re being serious?”
“Of course.”
I fit both hands around the hilt, adjusting my grip a few times before gently swinging the sword between us. “But you said you don’t want me involved in any rescue plan.”
“Yes, that’s what I said.” She takes the sword from me, pla
