My blade swung down as if it shared my lust for blood. This sun-drenched mayhem couldn’t be more different from the quiet, buried training hall in Orin’s quarter, the frenzied battle cries of my opponents equally far removed from Tared’s calm instructions … and yet it felt familiar, the lethal weight in my hand as I charged forward, blind to anything but unprotected wrists, throats, wings. They stopped being living creatures, the fae surrounding me. They were nothing but obstacles between Creon and me, nothing but targets to be destroyed, and if I had to kill every single one of them to reach
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