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Jara avoided Sevron’s tent.
Of all the men in the camp who had died, why couldn’t he be one of them?
She still remembered the feeling of his eyes on her while she trained with Bradamante. Watching her and jeering with his friends.
She remembered the things he said. What he wanted to do to her.
“See that?” Staring at her chest. “The way they wobble side to side. I’d like a handful of those myself… while I bury it to the hilt.”
Jara could still feel her fear and rage from that day.
But she also remembered with savage satisfaction the lesson Bradamante taught her, tailored for just that moment.
Showing Jara where to aim her sword.
“One, two, three.” Groin, heart, throat. “You start between his legs and slice upward as far as your blade will go.”
One, two, three. Groin, groin, hea
