Axel’s pov
The decisions that gnawed at my heart had already eaten a hole through me. Lysander and I made our way to the armory without speaking. We walked inside, and he looked at me before heading over to a rack of weapons. We had entered a long room with racks of sleek, sharp silver swords, daggers, and firearms stacked in rows along the walls.
Pulling two daggers from their places on one of the racks lining the wall and strapping them to my belt, I eyed a gun not too far away from it.
"We gotta be careful," I warned him, tightening the straps on my vest. "f**k up once and we're all dead."
Lysander just sighed, sliding his sword into the sheath strapped across his back. "It's gonna end bad if we don't do something fast anyway. I'm not content to wait around for a bunch of dirtbag r
