“Who are you?” asked Geneva.
The Swan of Gustav Castle placed her right foot on top of the fallen chair. Amy saw that Geneva’s skirt had a long slit which exposed her long leg. Strapped around Geneva’s thigh was a small weapons belt. A set of daggers winked under the wall’s light. “The next time I ask, I will not be as nice. Answer me, impostor. Who are you?” She took the dagger out and played with it with her agile fingers.
Amy’s heart raced as she watched Geneva toy with the dagger. She could feel her perspiration bead on her face and her back. The beating in her ears became more profound as blood rushed to her head. What will she say? What will she do? “Calm down, Geneva. W-we can talk about this.”
With a swift motion, the other girl threw the dagger to Amy. The shining blade whizzed
