Inflicted: Book 4 (Valkyrie Academy Dragon Alliance) by Katrina Cope

Author:Katrina Cope [Cope, Katrina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cosy Burrow Books
Published: 2019-09-23T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

A sharp whistle blows, and all eyes focus on the newly arrived mistress of the academy.

“Get ready… Go!” Her voice carries over the distance before she blows the whistle and it screams through the air.

At first, my feet remain fixed as I study the circling Valkyries to see what they will do. When I am confident they are not about to interfere, I loose a pent-up breath. This may be a fair fight after all—at least for now. Rota, Prima, and Mist edge toward us. We imitate them from our side—all three of us together approach at the same speed. Our arms remain ready, with our swords drawn.

My arm tingles, and I try to shake it out. The tingling is frustrating, always doing this at the most inconvenient times. Despite the burning urge to rub away the tingling, I can’t spare the hand holding the sword. I just have to let the sensation run its course.

A gust of wind blows the dark strands of hair over my face, and I hook it back behind my ear. In the excitement to leave the room, I forgot to tie it out of the way. I curse my absentmindedness. There is nothing worse than fighting with hair obscuring the view.

I shake my head. I can’t believe I just thought that. The last thing I need to do is think about hair when I’m about to go into battle. Way to go, Valkyrie! You’re showing the true signs of a warrior, I chastise myself sardonically.

My attention careens to Eir. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail that falls down her back. Beads of sweat pearl on her face, and it glistens in the early-morning sun.

“You’ll do good, Eir.” I try to offer words of encouragement.

She nods in a jerky, unsure movement as her eyes remain focused on the three approaching Valkyries. Mist stands directly opposite her. This is a stroke of luck. I think they will be a better match. Mist is usually too worried about her looks to focus on fighting properly.

In the middle, directly opposite me, is Rota. Her face is paler than usual, giving her the appearance of a porcelain doll. The crisp morning air brings a slight rose to her cheeks, making her look healthier than she did the night before. Her eyes hold a subtle wariness as she moves closer to me. I find this strange. She seriously can’t be regarding me as though I hit her with magic yesterday. No Valkyrie has magic.

My arm tingles again, and I try to shake it out. Rota’s eyes flick to my arm and widen with fear. I shake my head, trying to clear my vision. I can’t be seeing what I think I am. Rota is a fantastic fighter and a formidable opponent. If I beat her, I would be doing well. Fear churns in my stomach, and I pull extra motivation from the reminder of the prize. If we win today, Mistress Sigrun will have to let the three of us go to the fields in Midgard when they are reaping souls.

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