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“Just laugh, evil woman, that’s what you want.”
Ivy took a deep breath, trying to calm down. I rolled my eyes at her.
It had been five days since my father had challenged me to finally get a grip on my darkfire. I had been practicing in the basement for at least eight hours per day, and I could feel myself gaining ground, though it wasn’t as fast as I wished.
I still couldn’t cast waves or giant walls or throw three hundred bolts of darkfire like Ivy could, but this was something. I was doing it. I was controlling my darkfire.
The bad part was I had thought when I got to this point, something would snap inside of me and my memories would rush in and everything would go back to normal.
No such luck.
“Patience, Raika,” the witch told me. “They will come back at the right time. You’ll see.”
If only it were that simple.
“What about a break?” Ivy asked.
She had been practicing with me, even though she had to find the dragon. She had sent a group of demons out to do the job instead—with Rotgar, of course. He didn’t seem happy about it, but he had to do what she told him to.
I picked up my phone from the mat and looked at the time. “No, I can still train for another hour without a break.”
Ivy let out a sigh that sounded like a groan. “Come on! You’re doing great. You’ll be annihilating entire armies soon enough.”
I cringed at that. They talked about killing and fighting as if was like breathing air—something we did without even thinking about. But each time I thought about killing, my stomach tensed with knots.
I knew we were getting ready for a war. I just hoped my memories returned before that; otherwise, how was I supposed to fight?
I shook my head, clearing those thoughts from my mind. I didn’t need any doubt in there right now.
“If you don’t want to train, I understand, but I am.”
Rotgar climbed down the stairs, his steps fast, and he halted at the edge of the mat. He looked at her from head to toe and back, as if she was a bug in his path.
“What is it?” Ivy asked.
“There's a bounty hunter,” Rotgar said. He sounded bored.
Ivy frowned. “A bounty hunter?”
“He claims he specializes in big creatures, even dragons.”
Ivy’s eyes widened. “Dragons? But this is the first one in almost a thousand years. His advertising needs work.”
“That might be, but if he gets the job done, who cares?” Rotgar shrugged. “I’ve asked him to meet with us.”
Without waiting for a response, the higher demon turned and raced up the stairs.
I stared at her. “This is progress, right?”
“If this bounty hunter is real, then yes, I guess.” She wrinkled her nose. “I’m going to take a shower.” She turned to the stairs. “Aren’t you meeting him with me?”
I looked around at the gym. I needed to train more, but curiosity got the best of me. “Wait for me!”
* * *
In the end,there had been no need to rush. After I took a shower and changed into a dark purple cocktail dress, I met Ivy in the living room just to learn the bounty hunter would arrive in two hours.
I was in no mood to change into training clothes, just to have to take another shower and change again in two hours, so I stayed in the living room with Ivy. She put on some music, served us red wine, asked the maid to bring us snacks, and sat down on the couch.
