Vengence

Chapter Thirty-Three - Vengence

Balors' POV

Imelda and I rushed into my place, and I didn't waste any time. I headed right for my room and into my closet. I walked right to the back of the closet.

I slipped my hand behind the back shelf, running my fingers along the edge until I felt the thin wooden box. I pulled it out and opened it, grabbing the red leather handle of the silver knife I forged when I was sixteen.

It was one of the first things Keith ever had me make. The knife as a whole was small. The blade was a little wonky, and the tip ended in a small point. But it was something I made and was proud of it. I was an expert by the time I was eighteen and one of Keith's best apprentices. But this knife held great significance to me. 

I stormed out of the room, heading into the kitchen and placing it down on the marble count