Chapter 16

AYRA

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Ishmael asked, cocking a brow at me.

Ever since Nathaniel had mentioned how long it took him to make these weapons, I was constantly in awe of how young he looked.

"You don't look a day older than twenty-five if I'm being honest."

"I'm flattered that you find me attractive."

"I didn't say that. I said you look young."

"Same difference, babe. Why are you suddenly questioning my looks and age?"

"Nathaniel mentioned how long it took you to make Draenhium weapons. It just doesn't make sense that you look like this. Hundred years for each one, and you've made six so far."

"Nathaniel is wrong. I've made ten." He chuckled, the shock apparent on my face. "Originally, I made four at the beginning. The flowers were plenty enough for that amount. After that time, it took a hundred years for a single flower to bloom."

"Do you grow the flower yourself?"

"Now, now, Ayra. A sorcerer never shares his secrets.