“Lift it up,” he ordered. I fisted it with both hands and raised it into the air, making it as high as my waist. “Heavy?” the Guardian asked. “You know it is.” I shot him a glare, using all of my strength to keep it from dropping again. “Now what?” “Now, you hold it.” He hooked a finger under the tip, lifting it until it was poised at his neck. “Right here.” Ah. So this was some sort of a test. “That’s it?” The corner of his mouth turned up. “For now.”
