It practically sang. The blade was curved slightly, balanced for speed, and had a faint iridescence.
She was momentarily speechless. "This… this is magnificent. Damien, are you trying to out-gift everyone forever? Because this is how you do it."
He chuckled. "I remembered the night we met. You were being attacked by two rogue vampires. You were impressive but also vulnerable. For a werewolf, fighting vampires is tricky. So if ever you're outnumbered again, before you shift... use this."
Luna studied him.
"It's forged with silver and volcanic glass," he continued. "It can mortally wound werewolves, and disorient vampires, long enough for you to rip their heads off."
Luna let out a breath that was part awe. "You thought of this. You really thought about this."
"I think about you all the time, Luna," he said softly, and this time he wasn't teasing.
She gave him a look, but couldn't stop the smile tugging at her lips. "Thank you. This… means a lot."
