Chapter 69

This time, we were too busy glaring at the cursed dagger to notice the old man walk out of the room. As soon as the door clicked shut, I placed a hand on Griff’s arm.

“There’s only one person I hate enough to stab, but he’s too powerful,” I muttered.

“We’re not going after a god,” Griff said.

I shook my head. “Especially not one who flings curses for every occasion.”

Griff walked to the dagger, crouched low, and examined its handle. I held out a hand and said, “Don’t touch it.”

“There’s no chance of me doing that,” he muttered.

“Hold on a second.” I jogged over to the Hatch, where I’d left the box from the vendors who had sold the dagger.

Inside was a leather sheath and a pair of protective gloves labelled ONE USE ONLY. That was good enough for me. Nodding, I slipped one onto my hand, saved the other for later, and returned to the dagger.

“What are you doing?” Griff asked.

“Making sure neither of us gets nicked.” I picked up the dagger by its handle and stuck it into the leather sheat