Mortal
“And we’re going to win.”
I look up at him, into his eyes the color of a stormy sea. They’re glinting with determination.
“We need to find weapons,” Alec says. “Do you guys have anything?”
Brynn shakes her head. “I don’t have anything, but I can get you something.”
She rushes out of the alcove, and a second later, she’s back. She shoves something into my hand. A long, curvy piece of wood that looks like a cane.
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