"Where did you even get this from?" Ajax' gaze roamed her body lazily, and appreciation flickered across his eyes as he 'looked' for a spot where her knives came from.
The hand holding her knife absentmindedly started spinning it, showcasing some skills she never knew Ajax had. This little action was what snapped her out of her stupidity. She never acted like a schoolgirl crushing on a guy, and it wasn't about to start now.
Chiara raised her hands and pulled down her sleeves, showing seven knives strapped to her forearms. Four on one side and three on the other. The eighth Ajax was playing with now. His eyes widened, and he glanced back at the seriousness etched on her features.
"Dam, girl, you have some serious trust issues if you're carrying eight weapons on you," He joked, but his smile faltered after he saw her closing off from him.
