Never Keep (Sins of the Zodiac #1)

CHAPTER ELEVEN

I leaned over the wooden table where all my forging tools lay in haphazard chaos, while I rubbed oil into the hilt of my newly finished dagger. It was ready. And it was a beautiful, deadly thing that had not only been created in my mother’s forge at the back of this very room but had been imbued with all the vengeful rage that simmered in my soul.

I’d spent months and months practising my craft to be able to make a blade such as this. I’d even used some of the metal from the blown apart Forge roof in town along with a piece of the mechanical armour worn by the dead beast I’d left down in the wilds that day.

I’d retrieved its claws long ago, crafting them into gauntlets that could be worn to climb in and out of the wasteland too, tools that had come in handy more than once. Whatever metal was used to imbue those magical beasts was strong as kaské. It had been hard to work with, but I’d gotten there in the end. And now my creation was finished, all for one thing.