Christian worked the last details of the dagger carefully.
And before long, the blade sat in his palm. Cool enough to hold for anyone.
He admired his work… the piece of art he had poured his passion into, and felt an unfamiliar yet welcome fullness inside, an unprecedented sense of fulfillment, of achievement.
It was still a dagger with no handle, not yet.
But that wouldn't take long anyway.
Or perhaps, it wasn't meant to be done at this moment?
"Master."
Hearing the sudden voice, Christian turned to the intruder. And as soon as his eyes landed on the woman who entered, he knew, he needed to delay making the handle.
There was an important conversation he had to have with his sister, and with his Eva, after all.
But more than that, he couldn't help but pause and stare.
The woman, with flowing black hair and crimson-red eyes, possessed a voluptuous figure and mature features, with a soft expression and a gentle smile that quietly bloomed on her lips.
