Ava

The ground comes up at me in a rush of pain, and I grit my teeth against the impact.

“Again,” Dad says from behind me. I growl at him, but he remains rigid and stern.

I stand up and pick up the fallen practice sword. I know, right? Why the hell would I need to practice fighting with a sword when we have things like guns. Well, I’ll tell you why.

Apparently, Nathan has some witches on his side that can produce some pretty powerful shields. However, ...