Outwit_Spellslingers Academy of Magic by Annabel Chase

Author:Annabel Chase [Chase, Annabel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Red Palm Press LLC
Published: 2018-11-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

“This is fascinating,” Callan said. He sat on the edge of the field during weapons training, while Master Horton had us sparring in small groups. “Spellslingers is so different from where I trained.”

“And where was that?” I asked.

“School of Hard Knocks, baby.” He stood and brushed the grass from his butt. “Best training there is.”

“My sister is considering the League,” I said.

Callan’s brow lifted. “You have a sister?”

“Three of them,” I said.

He whistled. “Are they all like you?”

“You mean awesome and amazing?” Bryn interjected, jogging over with a crossbow in her hand. “Yes, they are. Are you planning to join in the fun or just observe from a safe distance?”

“I wouldn’t want to show off,” Callan said. “Might make the trainees insecure.”

“Ha!” I said. “These are Third Years. Insecurity was during our first year.”

“Are you sure about that, lemon drop?” he asked.

I pressed my lips together in annoyance.

Bryn snorted. “Lemon drop? I didn’t realize you guys had exchanged cutesy nicknames. Now I feel left out.”

“He calls you the red witch,” I said. “Because of the blood.” To be fair, he’d only said it once as an offhand remark, but I decided to run with it.

“Hey!” Callan objected. “Now you’ve violated the blood buddy code of honor.”

I rolled my eyes. “If only the punishment was to be separated.”

“Cool,” Bryn said. “It’s not as sweet as lemon drop, but I’ll take it.”

Mia took an interest in our conversation. “What are we talking about?”

“Nicknames,” Bryn said. She looked at Callan. “Does Mia have one?”

Callan appeared resigned. “Windy City.”

“Not too imaginative but I guess it works,” Mia said.

“I feel like nicknames should be short and punchy,” I said.

Callan grinned. “Like you?”

I gave him a shot in the arm. “Windy City is a bit long for a nickname. Her name is Mia. That’s shorter.”

“A nickname isn’t only for brevity,” Callan said. “Cerys only has two syllables.”

Master Horton blew a whistle. “This isn’t happy hour at the Lucky Cauldron. Let’s get back to work, witches. Cerys, the only thing your sword is good for on the ground is collecting ants. Pick it up and let’s go. Lucy needs a partner.”

Terrific. Swords and Lucy. Two things I disliked.

I plucked my sword from the grass. Lucy was already smiling when I joined her at the edge of the field.

“Ready to eat dirt, Davies?” Lucy asked. “Oh, wait. You like the taste of earth.”

“Are you going to let her trash talk you?” Callan asked. “Get in there, Cerys. Show her your skills.” He began to pace the border of the field the way I’d seen coaches do during athletic tournaments.

Lucy threw her head back in a haughty gesture. “Cerys doesn’t have weapons skills. She gets by on magic.”

I tightened my grip on the hilt. “Maybe if you were better at magic, you could get by on it too.”

Lucy took a swipe at me, but I managed to dodge the blade with ease.

“Loosen your grip,” Callan called. “If that sword were alive, you’d be choking it to death.”

I shot him a menacing look.

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