‘I’m calling it Feather.’ Really, how had I ever not known that would be its name? ‘Inspiration through murder,’ Creon said, the smallest smile quirking around his lips. ‘The alves will be proud of you.’ ‘Careful.’ I glared at him as I fastened the sword back over my shoulders with jittery fingers, ready to grab it and fight. Unnervingly, the weapon seemed lighter than before. ‘I’m allowed to draw blood with it now, if you recall.’ ‘You can duel me all you want once we get out of here alive.’
