“Still got your sword, Moth?” I glanced over to see Moth smirking a little. He reached back and unzipped the long bag to show Cat the ornate hilt of his sword. There was a flurry of sound from behind Cat, and he jerked as a midnight blue hand appeared on his shoulder. “That is my sword.” Uh… What? I stared in disbelief as Cat hurriedly started closing the door, shooting us an apologetic look. “Sorry, guys—uh, good to see you. See you soon.” “Thieving little—”
