Lucy slowly lowered her leg, her gaze sweeping across the remaining masked men with quiet a terrifying composure. The cheerful, soft-spoken girl who had been sitting with them all night and laughing had vanished.
If someone had told anyone in Ironhold months ago that Lucy Hartwell the same gentle, well-mannered granddaughter of Mr. Hartwell was capable of sending a grown man flying through the air with a single kick, they would have laughed themselves to death.
She would have laughed thinking about it too, but all that changed after that incident.
She still remembered clearly the night the mountain bandits had taken her. The helplessness of it. How she had not been able to do a single thing for herself and had ultimately needed to be saved by Alex.
She had decided that night that it would never happen again.
After being rescued, she had gone straight to find Jacob and begged him to teach her.
She had trained relentlessly every single day.
