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Hedra barely spared Mordecai a glance, her focus locked onto Ephraim as she adjusted her grip on the cane.
With no hesitation, no doubt, she raised it high.
The weight of the polished wood felt unnatural in her hands—too delicate, too refined—but that didn’t matter. A weapon was a weapon. And Ephraim had given the command.
Her muscles coiled. Her stance braced.
And then—
With no hesitation, no doubt, she raised it high.
The weight of the polished wood felt unnatural in her hands—too delicate, too refined—but that didn’t matter. A weapon was a weapon. And Ephraim had given the command.
Her muscles coiled. Her stance braced.
And then—