Selene POV

The training grounds looked different in the morning light.

It looked like a military base and I was starting to rethink my earlier choices. The weapons racks that had seemed decorative yesterday now looked ominous.

Sylvester handed me a wooden practice sword. “We’ll start with the basics. Grip. Stance. And then work on simple strikes.”

I took the sword. It was heavier than I expected. And it felt awkward in my hands.

“Like this?” I tried to hold it the way I’d seen ...