“Wanna try one of my blades?” I asked him. “The wakizashi isn’t as short as a dagger, but I bet you’ll manage.” I tossed him the sword in my left hand. He caught it easily and spun it in his grip. “Sure,” he said, his sharp grin returning. “Why not?” “What the fuck?” Wyatt griped, leaning on the long handle of his ax. “You threatened to chop my dick off for touching your sword, Wildcat. How come Elijah gets a pass?” “You stole my sword,” I retorted. “I am allowing Elijah to borrow it.”
