Willow.
The sun had tipped high in the sky by the time I finally tucked the last notch into my blade, my fingers tracing the sharp edge like I could feel its purpose with each pass. Even after Damon had walked away following our sparring something in me refused to stop.
Medium’s warmth bled into every muscle and my chest rose with labored breaths not from exhaustion but from some promise I’d made to myself and an unpredictable ache that pulsed beneath it. As if the turn of that steel edge could slice through more than metal but through secrets and names.
I glanced up feeling the sharp sting of daylight on my skin and remembered I still hadn’t put the blade away. So I sank to one knee and angled the metal towards a small block of wood I’d fashioned into a makeshift whetstone stand.
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