I opened my palm and let the shard fall to the table with a metallic plink. Vincent’s ghost stepped back into the shadows. “Could you make them,” I asked, “into dual blades?” I glanced back at Raihn, and the pride in his face caught me off-guard. His eyes crinkled with a barely-there, knowing smirk. And Goddess damn him, I could practically hear him saying it: There she is.
