Melliandra placed a blueprint on the table, folding her arms as she waited for his reaction.
Broken picked it up, expecting a design for the sniper rifle they had discussed earlier. Instead, he found a blueprint for a pair of knuckles—an unusual weapon suited only for Kingsley.
"I want you to craft this for me."
"Okay." He shifted his attention to the materials she had prepared, meticulously checking that everything was accounted for.
Satisfied, he moved toward his forge.
"Why didn't you say anything?"
Broken glanced up. "I did. I said okay."
Her teeth clenched as she let out a sharp breath. "Why don't you ever ask why I want you to craft that item?"
"This is for Kingsley, right?"
"Yes," she confirmed. "But would it kill you to at least ask me why?"
"I didn't ask because I already figured it out."
