INGRID“Ingrid, look out!” My father, Silas Blackwood, yells, and I duck, barely avoiding my brother's fist. Logan’s knuckles slice through the air where my face had been a second ago, and he trips, almost hitting the ground."Come on, Dad, you could’ve let me punch her," Logan hisses, his smirk widening like he enjoys the idea of bruising me."Why do I have to train today?" I grumble, straightening up and dusting off my sleeves. "Why am I even going with you guys?"My father’s expression darkens, and he stares at me with his sharp, calculating eyes."Ingrid, your time to sit back and watch is over. You’re joining the hunt tonight."I stiffen. "But Dad, I haven’t opened my bakery in two days! My customers—"."Don’t make me tear down that little place of yours." He interrupts before I can finish, his voice low and dangerous."We had a deal. Train. Hunt. And I’ll let you keep that little bakery. Do you want me to reconsider our arrangement?" He asks tilting his head, daring me to push h
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