Nesta rolled her eyes and said to the shadows, “You might as well come out now.” Bryce whirled on her knees, reaching for a weapon that wasn’t there as Azriel landed from above them. His wings were spread so wide they nearly touched either side of the cavern, and the black dagger hung at his hip, its dark hilt gleaming faintly in the light of her star. And peeking above a broad shoulder, its matching dark hilt like shadow given form, was the Starsword.
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