“I think I do, hold on, I have another idea,” Jaxson says and runs back around the training building. I pull my arrows out the targets as I wait for him to come back. When he does he has two small daggers in his hands.

“Come here Winter,” He tells me. I don’t bother arguing with him and move to stand next to him, about a hundred yards away from the targets. I watch in fascination as Jaxson throws the daggers and they hit the targets, a perfect hit in the middle as well.

“Do it slower,” I tell him, understanding that he wants me to throw them like him. He nods and gets the daggers and repeats what he did. Slowing his arm movements down so I can see how he throws them.

“Your turn.” Jaxson hands me the daggers when he comes back.

“You’re good at this,” I comment as I take the daggers.

“I’m more than just good at many weapons; my sword is my most preferred choice of weapon.” He tells me.

“Can I see your sword?” I ask him, trying to keep the dirty thoughts from that sentence.

“I would love to show you my sword anytime, it’s in my bedroom.” He winks at me, my jaw drops open at his flirting and I stutter.

“Err I don’t know.”

“I’m messing with you Winter, now throw them.” He tells me, a smirk on his face at my red cheeks. I try to ignore him as I take his place and get ready to throw the daggers. I remember the calm I felt and again, I hit both the targets. Dead in the centre of them.

“I know what we are practising next time,” Jaxson tells me as he gets the daggers.

“How is it possible?” I ask him and he looks away from me.

“Lessons are over. See you around.” Jaxson walks off and just before he steps out of sight he stops and turns,

“Don’t forget my brownies lass.” He says and walks away.

Chapter Fourteen

Atticus

"You have three months until the wedding Atticus." My mother's voice rings across the throne room, seconds after I travel into the cold empty room. A shimmer of air next to my leg, tells me that one of my familiars followed me back. I look down at Mags grey eyes and run a hand over her head.