“Evening!” Hestia chirped before turning back around to wrap some cloth around her hand. She enjoyed sparring with Declan, though she would go to the grave before she admitted that to Beck. He’d likely do something ridiculous like challenge Buchanan to a duel, and Hestia liked both her sparring partner and…whatever Beck was to her - in one piece. There was no need to try and figure out a way to send both of them home in pin boxes.

She sighed, tossing the roll of cloth to Declan. “Pity, you know how much I like to go for the face.” She gave a soft huff, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. “I’d be happy to attend; what time and where and whose demise should I put a bet against?” Hestia grinned cheekily.

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