Lucien's fingers were inches away from the silver blade.
Seraphina tightened her grip on his arm.
"Lucien, don't touch it."
He looked at her.
The blade remained suspended before him, silent and waiting.
Caelan stood several steps away, watching with an unreadable expression.
"The weapon has chosen you," he said.
Lucien didn't look at him.
"Why?"
"Because you're the...