Chapter 80

Talin had never stepped inside a classroom. Over the years, pens have been replaced by spears. Uniforms by leather armor. And what privileged youngins of the New World called boring day in class, she spent hunting in the wild. If she could ever be called a student, it was in the art of killing, nothing more. Today though, as she stared at Gem, Talin felt like a rookie once more who needed guidance from a master. There was something in his gaze that made him superior. He knew something she didn't,...