“How did you get a forsaken blade?” he asked. “I made it,” I said. “In that dungeon. It’s my arm. I would not let Reggie’s death be in vain. She took him in front of me, so I say an eye for an eye.” He stared at me, and I could see the emotions warring within him. There was anger that I would have to resort to hurting myself to survive, but there was also extreme pride. “Gods, I love you.”
