Raven's POV "Do you really like that one?" Asher asked. "It's a bit unusual. And a bit too big for a lady. Are you sure?"I held the blade against my chest. It hummed softly, like a cat purring."Yes. Please, Asher."I batted my eyelashes at him. I did it badly. I had never done it before.He stared at me for a long second. His ear went pink."Fine," he said.He paid for it. He paid for a belt and sheath too, plus a whetstone, a cleaning cloth, and a set of leather wrist guards. The shopkeeper packed everything into a canvas bag and wished us a good evening. He did not look at us directly. He was still trying not to smile.Outside, the sun had slipped low. The sky was turning orange behind the rooftops. It was already late.Asher slung the bag over his shoulder. I tied the sheath to my belt and checked three times that the blade sat right.It looks good on us, my wolf said.It does.Say thank you to the big guy.I will. Later. When my face stops being hot.We walked together, side by
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