Page 134 of Sweet Dominion

Each wooden dagger was unique, almost as if they had been crafted by different hands or for different purposes.

Now calm and breathing steady, TT left me and went over to the trunk.

Suddenly, without asking, she just began pulling them out one by one and laying them on the ground.

I stood. “What are you doing, TT?”

She didn’t even respond. She just kept laying each one on the ground.

Fuck. Here we go. I’ll never get her to the cookout now. Or even to eat.

There, she was hyper focused as if she couldn’t see anything else, hear others, sense anything but the daggers.

I tensed, yet. . .I got why she was so intrigued.

As she pulled the daggers out and laid them on the ground, it became clear that these were no ordinary weapons.

The wood was worn and smooth in some places, rough and splintered in others, suggesting they had seen a great deal of time and perhaps even use.

But what struck me most was the sheer variety in their shapes and designs.

Some of the daggers were long and slender, tapering to a sharp point that looked like it could pierce through anything.

Others were short and thick, with broad, flat blades that seemed more suited for smashing than slicing.

Each dagger had a distinct personality, an individuality that set it apart from the rest.

Some of the blades were oddly shaped, with curves that defied logic, as if the wood had been twisted in ways that should have been impossible.

One dagger had a blade that zig-zagged from hilt to tip, each angle sharp and sudden, creating a jagged edge that looked almost dangerous despite being made of wood.

Another was curved in a way that mimicked a crescent moon, its surface smooth and polished, yet somehow menacing in its elegance.

I don’t understand.

TT spoke without looking at anyone. “Did you tell anyone else about these, Lei?”

He rose from the kneeling position and came closer. “Only a few of my men knew about the trunk of daggers.”

“Did the Bandit tell you to keep it a secret?”

“No.” He shook his head. “My mind just wasn’t focused on them.”

His mind was all on Chanel.

That pang of jealousy hit me.

I shoved it away.

Dima gestured to one of his men in yellow. “Take pictures of these.”

And then Dima directed his view to Lei. “Are you okay with that?”’

Lei nodded. “I am as long as whatever you figure out with all of this, you let TT and me know.”

I blinked.

Dima smiled. “Of course I will. We are now theMystery Team.”

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