The mafia King's Pet [M×M]
A sword!
And it was coming straight at me!
I struggled to catch it, but missed by inches apart, it unceremoniously clattered to the ground at my foot.
I sucked it a deep breath.
It was not the blunt wooden training sticks I had trained with james, noo, this was a real sword, with its sharp and cold blades. I marveled at the weight of such foreign instrument and how heavy it felt while holding it.
I stared at it. “Is this…”
“It’s time you see yourself for who you are,” Master said, his voice cold, “not what you want people to think you are.”