Ciaran came awake sharply, and for one moment he thought he’d heard his mother’s voice. Then he realized there was a demon hovering over him, and it was staring at him with bright golden eyes. A human hand clamped over his mouth before he could scream.
“Sh! You don’t want to wake your father, now do you?”
Ciaran’s racing heart started to slow. It was Brenna.
She eased her hand off of his mouth, and then she beckoned, headed for the open window. Ciaran scooped up the sword she’d given him - hidden beside his pallet - and followed.
Time to train.
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