Flashback ( PDFDrive )

using her full name.
Bo sighed. “Romhilda has a gift for rebelling against tradition.
That’s why her father sent her here.”
“I’m pretty sure he sent her because she’s the best,” Sophie
corrected, not liking his tone.
“I’m sure she loves to claim that,” Bo told her. “And there’s no
denying that she’s an incredible warrior. But she’s never beaten me—
and someday she’ll have to accept what that means.”
“What does it mean?” Sophie asked.
“Nothing worth sharing.”
“How do you know Ro?” Sophie pressed, remembering Keefe and
Ro’s latest wager. “Did you train together, or . . . ?”
“She’s the princess,” Bo said simply. “Everyone knows her. And I
should begin the nightly patrols.”
Sophie couldn’t tell if he was trying to dodge her questions. But his
vague answer did not bode well for Keefe’s chances of another betting
victory.
“So . . . how does everything look?” Sophie asked as Elwin shifted to
one of those layered light bubbles that showed him the whole
spectrum.
“Better than I was expecting,” Elwin admitted. “I’d assumed I’d be
repairing a bit of damage from all the leaping. But . . . everything looks
good. You’ll be sore tomorrow, and you definitely need to get some
rest. But you haven’t set yourself back—and this!” He lifted Sophie’s
left wrist and whistled. “I’ve seen some crazy gadgets in my day, but
this is seriously brilliant. I can see the energy soaking straight into
your cells.”