The Hybrid Huntress
“Then what does that mean for her?”
“It means we stay ahead of it,” Avery says. “Controlled training, limited exposure, and no unnecessary attention.”
“That was already the plan,” Harold says.
“It’s no longer just a plan,” Avery replies. “It’s a requirement.”
Sylvia stands after a moment, brushing her hands lightly over her arms. “She’s ten,” she says. “Whatever this turns into, she’s still a child right now.”
She looks between us, her gaze fierce, unwavering. She may realize how she’s pushing against Avery’s authority, but she doesn’t understand the implications of pushing against me. I can see how someone would be drawn to her.
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