Chapter 62

Velvet pulled herself out of the spring, steam clinging to her body as she walked. She knelt over her clothes and pulled something out of its pocket. “You mean like this?”

With the flick of her wrist, the knife in her hand unfolded into a blade.

“Where did you get that?” Dana asked.

“Our dad took it off some guy who was hunting him and mom,” Eulalie said. “He let Velvet have it for hunting when she was younger, but I don’t think she uses it anymore.”

“If I’m in a hurry chopping up firewood, I might.” Velvet twisted her wrist while flicking the blade, and it collapsed. “Do you know how to use a sword?”

“Nope. But I’m a pretty fast learner.” She tapped her temple. “Dead girls get photographic memory, after all.”

“Hmm.” Velvet crawled back into the spring and looked at her sister. “If you run into this woman again, I bet she lops off more than your arm. I think we can do better than that.”

Eulalie pulled herself out of the spring and moved to s