“Careful, kitten,” he warns. “If you cut yourself with this, you’ll heal as slowly as you did back when you were a mortal.”
Gaping, I take the blade. “How did you manage to get one?”
“All the Destroyers were given one. Though I imagine Need has Irena’s dagger now,” he answers.
Frowning, I look at the blade that might be able to kill our greatest enemy. “But why? You could just use your power to kill immortals.”
His fingers brush against my side. “We could, but the Council was concerned about collateral damage, particularly in the event of another Destroyer needing to be put down. You’ve heard what our power can do. The blades are meant to be our primary tool.”
Arianna is clasping her hands in a ‘gimme’ motion as she tries to get me to hand her the sword.
He gives a stern look. “No. The last time I let you borrow my sword, youlostit. It took me two months to track it back to an institute in the Angelic Realm.”
Arianna bickers back, but I tune her out as I hand the blade back to Sin.
My fingers trace the scab on my cheek – the one that Leon gave me with his sword. I suppose I should be grateful it’s the only place he managed to cut me. Allmy other injuries have healed, so I guess the guards didn’t have immortal-killing blades.
A rough edge on my hand catches my attention. There’s still a tiny scab on my finger where I ran it along the scythe.
I freeze. Could I seriously have an immortal-killing blade right now and not even realize it?
My thoughts circle back to the plots of dozens of adventure movies. There’s always a quest to find the secret weapon that turns out to be the key to winning the war.
Have I had it this entire time?
Excitement surges through me, and Sin gives me a questioning look, no doubt feeling it through the bond. But I don’t dare bring up my Reaper powers out in the open, not when there could be spies lurking around.
“Are you done with the wards?” I ask, barely containing my grin.
“All done, kitten.” He tilts his head, searching my face for any clue as to what I’m up to.
I take his hand and start back toward the castle. “I need to show you something.”
His thumb brushes against my knuckles. “Lead the way.”
“That better not be a weird code for sex,” Arianna calls from behind us.
I throw her an excited wave. “I’ll fill you in later! You have to walkyourdog.”
Arianna huffs before yelling, “Abstinence is a virtue!”
Chapter 43
Vivian’s Point of View
Rule forty-three:Avoid dropping the ancient bone artifact – even if it recognizes you.
“It’s interesting, but it isn’t enough,” Morgana says with a sigh. She rubs her eyes like she’s trying to wake up as she leans back against the headquarters table.
Incredulous, I wave the scythe around, loving the way it whistles through the air. “But it’s animmortal-killingblade. They’re super rare and they could–”
I stop short when she pulls out her dagger and lays it on the table. “This is mine. It can also kill an immortal, but not an army of them.”
My enthusiasm deflates a little.
Ragna reaches for a leather sheath at her side, pulling out a small axe. She lays it next to Morgana’s dagger and gives me a frosty stare. “And this is mine.”She tips her chin at my scythe. “Though, from what you’ve told us,thatis not yours.”
She’s using the same tone that employees use when you accidentally set off the door alarms, and they want to see your receipt. My cheeks flush, and I barely manage to contain my embarrassed groan. I low-key regret letting her stay for this meeting.
