Bloodbound Destiny
It gave off enormous heat, though the sweat that beaded on my brow was more from anxieties than the temperature, as I remembered how it had felt when it scorched my palm.
How in the heartbeat I’d held it, the crimson fire had surrounded my hand as though it planned to consume me.
As though Thor himself wished to punish me for carrying a weapon never meant for my hands.
Yet my curiosity was greater than my terror, and I bent closer, squinting against the brilliance.
Beneath the flickers of fire, the axe itself appeared to be constructed from translucent glass with designs engraved along the blade and haft.
Realizing the maids were watching, I pushed kindling on top of the axe. The wood immedi
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