Veronica POV
“That’s it! Now end it. Just like I showed you,” Bash encouraged.
Veronica grinned, claws extended. With a quick twist, she mimicked slicing his throat while keeping him in a chokehold.
Bash gave a dramatic groan and fell backward into the grass like she’d actually killed him. “Tragic,” he said, eyes closed. “I die a noble death.”
Veronica burst out laughing, the sound bubbling out of her chest before she could stop it. Even Simon, leaning against the nearby training dummy, gave a low whistle. “Ten outta ten. She finally learned how to kill.”
It felt good—laughing. She hadn’t realized how heavy she’d been since the whole Seraphina incident. She’d been avoiding the witch, keeping to herself in the library or on the training field with Bash. Practicing magic felt too close
