Chapter 233

The new weapon must be for Christof. Damien would check it and then hand it to Christof. They talked and discussed, weighing the benefits of one over another.

My assumption was the short sword was to be strapped to Christof’s leg the way Bane kept knives. It was much too short and thin to be strapped to Christof’s waist. He must just want an extra weapon.

“Ciara,” Damien said with authority, “reach out a hand and hold this.”

I did as I was ordered. The men all stepped back and Bane told me to swing the sword. I arced it back and forth.

“Grip lower down and use both hands,” Bane sighed.

I did as he asked and repeated the arc I had made.

“Is that how my brothers instructed you to wield a weapon?” Bane asked sounding absolutely exasperated.

No, it wasn’t, so I shook my head.

Placing my feet shoulder width apart I swung the sword the way Christof had taught me to. Bane finally seemed pleased and smiled at me. The first sword was taken and