Hollis

“No, anchor your fingers at your ear.” I yank Ty’s elbow back until his fingers are at least near his ear. The young noble from Tansy Beach trembles.

‘It’s like he’s never lifted a fucking weapon.’ I growl at Zain.

‘He probably hasn’t,’ Zain replies. ‘Tansy Beach is weird about human fighting.’

“Breathe and release,” I say to the kid anyway.

His breath shudders out from between pursed lips, and his fingers slip off the string, ...