Chapter Forty: Trash Talk

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Was Harmon going to ditch her and the twins if they turned out to be shitty fighters? The thought made Lydia’s stomach churn. Was Harmon really expecting them to prove themselves - what was this, training school? She might not be the hero of f*****g Veritasia City, but she was perfectly capable of holding her own, and she thought that was pretty obvious. She’d even picked up some new tricks since she started training with Ralla. Her control over her necromantic abilities was still pretty rudimentary, but still… Maybe it wasn’t so obvious here in the Empire - a continent away from her parents' influence, and miles and years away from the last time she participated in a tournament. She was, admittedly, a bit softer around the middle than she had been when she was still training daily. App

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