The Hybrid Huntress
For the first time, it’s not dread I feel, but anticipation.
“Ready to train?” I ask, and my voice is stronger than I expect—a strength in it that is not just mine.
Edward bows dramatically, sweeping his arm. “Lead the way, Huntress.”
After an hour, my muscles burn in the best possible way. The Orion swords are different from anything I’ve practiced with. I can wield them individually, but when I connect them again they lock into place with a satisfying magnetic snap and become a single, slightly curved, double-edged weapon.
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