Khalida wraps her arms around her stomach. She snarls and goes to the climbing wall. She’s not very strong, but she’s too angry to care. She grits her teeth as she starts climbing, not bothering to remove her coat first.
Asa gleefully kills a bird for breakfast, truly in her element.
Sorcha nods and lists off the people that had been killed, and that they successfully returned, and the progress the others had made in fighting, and that they had been training harder and more, but she omits the fact that she’s the winner of the tournament the day before.
Bast grins wider. “Do you mean to tell me there will be a time when you shut your mouth and we can fight?”
