Flashback ( PDFDrive )

She switched back to the Enlightened Language as she added, “We
start on three.”
“I don’t like this,” Sophie said to no one in particular.
“Neither do I,” Sandor agreed.
“You don’t have to like it,” Tarina told them. “But I do expect you
to do it, Sophie. And if you don’t want to hurt me, I suggest you focus.
Your first target is my back.”
She counted to three and took off toward the Cliffside gate at the
edge of the pastures, glancing over her shoulder to see if Sophie had
followed.
Sophie hadn’t.
“I’m not joking!” Tarina shouted. “Failure to participate in today’s
lesson will have serious consequences.”
“What kind of consequences?” Sophie asked.
“Best not to find out,” Sandor said as he handed Sophie the satchel
of throwing stars. “I hope Tarina knows what she’s doing.”
So did Sophie.
She knew from polishing them the night before that the throwing
stars had very sharp blades.
But Tarina repeated her command again, warning that it was
Sophie’s last chance before she’d be punished. So Sophie slung the
satchel over her shoulder and took off after her.
• • •
Wow, that looks . . . intense, Fitz mentally murmured after he’d reached
out telepathically that evening.
Sophie had been far too exhausted to hide any of her recent
memories, so he got to watch a vivid replay of her high-stakes training