Unwelcome Guests

I walk over to the bench where I left Abaddon. The moment my fingers brush the sword's hilt, Declan takes a step back and raises an eyebrow in obvious disbelief.

"Are you trying to kill me, Lyra? Grab a regular sword!"

He shakes his head while casually twirling the blade in his hand.

"I may be stronger now, but I'm not immortal, and I definitely don't have superhuman strength."

I can't help smilin