As they prepared for another grueling round of sword training, Sylvester glanced over at Ingrid and Onyx again.
A strange pair. Ingrid tall and blonde, almost like a angel from the legends of old. Onyx petite with hair as dark as her namesake.
But they were always together.
“Careful, I might think you have a crush on my sister,” Cole warned.
“No fear of that,” Sylvester promised. His gaze lingered on Ingrid a moment longer, then he grabbed his sword. Girls were icky, and that surely explained the weird lump in his chest. Or he was afraid of her yelling at him. Again.
Grabbing his sword, he hurried after Cole.