Page 70 of Blood of a Huntsman

"But I've never been on the hill. Not once. I would have been so very excited if this had happened back when I was young."

"Well, you should join us, then. When do you think the invites will be ready?"

"It depends on how many you would like."

Cat thought for a moment. The house wasn't as grand as Levi's home, but a few of the rooms were large enough to fit four dozen people. The weather was kind this time of the year, and if she set up a tent in the garden, she could house the entire Institute, the staff, all of Adairford, and even the shifters in the Wolvswoods. Which wasn't saying much. Overall, perhaps five hundred people lived here. Less than three hundred students, a hundred staff, two dozen teachers…

She doubted everyone would take the invitation, but she could plan for a big event and scale down as needed.

"Five hundred, if you would."

“Oh my! Well, I'll get started right now. They will be ready by morning, latest. I could rush them if you needed me to…”

"Morning is soon enough."

She paid for the invitations, and added a generous tip, before heading back to the dorm. She had a couple of hours untilshe needed to head over to the pub. Maybe she should take a nice bubble bath.

Cat opened the door to the dorm’s right wing and found herself face to face with Jack.

"I was waiting for you," he said.

Cat stiffened. She didn't know what this was about, but she didn't like it.

"What for?"

He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his suit and shrugged.

"You were right. I don't train myself. Because no one I've ever been sent to fight is a challenge. I don't need to. I didn't need to."

Cat waited for him to get to the point.

"If your brother comes here to attack us, I'll have to do something about it. I'd rather not die in the process."

"Not dying is always a good thing. What do you want from me?"

The huntsman grinned.

"Levi sent you with us to protect Chloe. That tells me you can hold your own."

"His slayers were out of the territory. But yes. I'm not terrible at self-defense."

"Good. Train with me, then."

"Aren't you racing with everyone?"

Jack shook his head. "Tris can manage them for a night."

Dammit. So much for her bath.

By training,Jack meant that he would relentlessly launch himself at her and knock her down, hard.

Fuck, the guy was strong.

But strength wouldn't be enough.

She spat blood on the floor and straightened her spine, climbing to her feet.

"All right. You can obviously kick my ass." There was no denying that. "But Seth will wipe the floor with your face."

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