The Scrivener's Bones (Alcatraz, #2)

by Brandon Sanderson

Bastille glanced down. “Look, I told you when I lost my sword that I would be in trouble. Well, see, I’m in trouble. I’ll deal with it. I don’t need your pity.” “It isn’t pity! It’s annoyance.” I eyed her. “What aren’t you telling me, Bastille?”