You're on the way to big things. Lucy grabbed the hand cannon, stuffing it with powder, nearly missing a swing of the sword meant for her neck. Never had he corrected her with hand or whip, the ring in his voice had always been sufficient to cower her. Her hair was held back in a filigreed barrette. There was a bare chance that he had been mistaken.
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