I WOKE TO THE SOUND of Akta searching through Aziolith’s collection of weapons and armor. She had already pulled out a pile of obsidian weapons and armor and was fluttering up and down the horde of treasure, tossing items as she went.
“There it is!” Akta shouted from the top of a heap.
She landed on the ground gracefully and sat down at the fire she’d made of broken Tudor dynasty furniture. “I knew I would find you,” she said, admiring the long dagger with a hooked shape and engraved handle.
“What is that?” I asked.
Akta looked startled for a moment, as if she’d forgotten I was there, but quickly regained her composure. “It is a dagger, one Lucifer has been looking for, for a long time. Do you remember him mentioning it, the last time you were here?”
“Vaguely,” I replied, yawning.
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