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- Author: Lindsay Buroker
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HAMMER RANG OUT AGAINST SWORD AS MY FIFTEEN-YEAR-OLD OPPONENT
feinted high and low, trying to find a way through my defenses. Despite the
distraction of a dragon sharing the backyard, she didn’t get through.
The dragon was in human form and ensconced in a steam room attached
to a hot tub and sauna, so it wasn’t as if he was paying attention, but it was
hard to ignore his aura. Or that he’d informed me that he forbade anyone to
harm the offspring of his mate. My joke that Child Protective Services
already forbade that had either gone over his head, or he hadn’t deemed it
worthy of a response. Dragons were even haughtier than elves.
“I don’t know what to do against a hammer,” Amber told her mom and
our observer as she backed off to wipe sweat out of her eyes. “It’s not like a
sword, and she does that weird spinning move that deflects my sword more
than usual. I almost cut my own braid off.”
“Braids are dangerous,” Val said, though she had one of her own. “You
could cut your hair shorter, like Matti.” She waved to my tousled black hair.
It wasn’t that short, but I did keep it trimmed so it didn’t get in my eyes
when I fought. Something I was doing a lot of lately since whoever had put
the reward out for my magical hammer hadn’t removed it yet.
Amber curled her upper lip at my hair—or maybe my entire look. My
yoga pants and baggy T-shirt would have drawn snickers at the dojang, but
I’d assumed we wouldn’t be grappling this morning, and I’d wanted to grab a
coffee afterward without drawing strange looks.
“Your hair is longer than mine,” Amber told Val in lieu of insulting me.
This was our first meeting, and she must have decided she didn’t know
me well enough yet to deliver the surly snark she doled out to her mother.
Either that, or Amber found my hammer intimidating. It couldn’t have been
my five-foot-one stature, not when she was as tall as her mother’s six feet.
“Yes, but not wisely so. Colonel Willard calls this my vanity braid.” Val
flicked the long blonde rope of hair over her shoulder, then looked at me.
“She texted to say she’s on the way over. I think she has information for you
about your father.”
I lowered my hammer and stepped back. “Quality information about how
she’s pulled strings with the MPs and can get me in to see him for the first
time in thirty years?”
“She just said information.”
“Hm.”
A deep rumbling sigh emanated from the steam room. Had Lord Zavryd
been in his dragon form, some might have deemed it a roar.
“What is he doing in there?” Amber eyed the door.
“Just relaxing and enjoying the heat.” Val waved toward the gray sky.
The clouds had been spritzing us all morning, and a chill mist lingered,
promising fall would come soon. “He’s not that into the Seattle climate.”
“Who is?” Amber asked.
“I don’t mind it,” Val said.
“Yeah, but you’re weird.”
“Yes, I am. Are you going to stick around after training? Freysha is
supposed to come for a visit.”
That was her elven half-sister, wasn’t it? And a princess? I’d heard about
but not met Freysha. Sarrlevi had suggested I might like her, since she was
studying engineering and wasn’t stuck up, like the other female elves I’d met.
“She’s weirder than you are,” Amber said.
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