Chapter 71

I carried said sword with me to the backyard in case Ronick had forgotten what I was talking about. Actually, I just liked lugging it around. The grooves in the hilt fit my fingers, similar to a well-used stake, and the way light shone on the black blade and the symbols etched there, how it pulsed as if in flight, mesmerized me. Plus, it was a bird-sword, and I'd had a severe lack of bird-swords in my life before now.

My stakes had a serious case of sword envy. I could just tell.

While juggling Night's Fall and the mug of blood, I unlocked the door to the shed. The only light came from behind a glass window in the door of the cell in front of me, twin orange flames that narrowed and darkened to raging fire the longer Ronick glared at me. He was not my biggest fan, but I often wasn't my biggest fan, either, so we had that in common.