ALLISON’S POV
But what other choice did I have? Already I felt extremely jittery without the blade by my side. Time and time again I’d reached low to grip the hilt in search of the comfort it offered only to find the sword missing.
That sword was the most important thing I owned. It signified my triumph over Michail. It was a testament to everything I’d endured and overcome.
Most importantly, it was mine. It was the one thing that truly belonged to me in this world where everything had been taken from me. It was my trophy, regardless of how I’d acquired it.
As unreasonable as it sounded, I wasn’t willing to part ways with it. I’ll have to get it back.
How hard could it be? I’ve gone on plenty of heists in the past and more than enough stealth and recon missions. Spying on or stealing
