Lev tightened his grip around the sword hilt. “I’ve been using weapons for years, or have you forgotten that?” He glared at Evan. “No, I haven’t forgotten anything,” Evan replied as he stood near the back porch. The grass was wet with dew, and the sun had barely come up. “But during those years, you were an angel, not a mortal, Lev.” Griffin stepped outside, followed by Celia. All wore casual clothing, and when Griffin came near, he was suddenly given a sword of his own, something that, while Evan pushed it into his palm, Griffin had a hard time closing his fingers around. “What’s this for?” he asked, frowning at the cold steel blade. “Training.” Evan gave him a knowing look. “While Celia and I have supernatural powers, neither you nor Lev has, so we need to make sure you’re both ready for what’s coming.” Lev flipped his knife over and shook his head. “Okay, this is stupid; no mortal weapon is going to make an impact on any supernatural creature.”
