“When she’s set her sights on something, she charges at it with all the ferocity of a wild animal,” Drew says with a chuckle. He’s wearing a smile now too. “I am not a wild animal,” I protest, giving my brother a glare. “No, no, that seems about right.” Lavenzia smirks. “Excuse me, I am not an animal,” I repeat for emphasis. “I am a forge maiden. And, yes, that means I am quite accustomed to hammering at things until I get my way.” “She’s always like this?” Ruvan asks Drew. “Worse, usually.”
