“You know how to use that thing?” Mara asked, her brow arched, as she watched her move the knife around in her hand.
Nina grimaced. “Stick it in the bad guy?”
The Oathtaker’s eyes lit up with her smile. “That’s right. Just make sure you use the right end.”
“I think I’ve got it. Pointy end in. Right. Now, go!”
In spite of the possibility of danger, Mara chuckled. She held her knife in her left hand. Then she made her way to the door, walking lightly on the balls of her feet, and yanked it open. In a flash, she stepped back, crouched, and reached for Spira.
At the door stood the woman in purple and yellow. Flanking her each side, stood the two young men dressed in blue.
The woman’s mouth opened wide in surprise. She stepped back. “You won’t be needing your blade, Oathtaker.”
Mara squinted. “Oh?”
She nodded. “You can put it away now.”
“Is that right?” Mara grasped Spira more firmly.
“If I may.” Slowly, she moved her hair behind her ear. Then she turned to the side revealing that she bore a sign of the Select—a third. She looked back at Mara.
“Who are you?” the Oathtaker asked as she rose.
“My name is Therese.”
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