“Three days,” Ember repeated, meeting the prince’s gaze.
“The invisible kind.”
“Untested is what I need,” Arin replied. He stepped closer to Ember, who had not stopped hammering. “The court is full of serpents. They expect a blade from a famous smith—predictable, traced. I want something forged in silence. Something unknown.”
“No. But it will stop the hand that pours it.”
“Keep it.”
“Then you will need more than a knife,” she said.
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