Adrian took Rowan to a private training ground the next morning.
The yard was larger than Martin's, enclosed by high walls with metal pillars at each corner. Fine inscriptions divided the smooth floor into practice areas. Weapon racks stood beneath an awning, and a transparent barrier separated the entrance from the training space.
A gunshot made Rowan turn.
Bang!
Celeste was inside the barrier, wearing trousers and a fitted training coat with her hair braided out of the way. A short sword occupied her right hand. In her left was the silver pistol he remembered from the battlefield.
Targets flew around her.
She ducked beneath one, cut through another, and fired over her shoulder while turning. A third target broke apart before she faced it.
Rowan forgot to move.
