129. Crimson melancholy

[Zeve’s POV]

“Who taught you swords?”

I expected that question from him. There was no point in hiding anything from him, anyway.

“Chaz Enver,” I said.

He frowned. “Why would he?”

I shrugged.

“I don’t know. Chaz taught me the basics for three months and then he made me promise to never use what he taught me ever in my life even if I was dying.”

Amor thoughtfully contemplated my reflection in his sword’s blade. He tightened his jaws.

“I shouldn’t have given him such a simple death. Damn it!” Amor growled, gritting his teeth. “Why didn’t you tell me you know the basics?”

“Because I didn’t know what he taught me were the basics. I thought what he taught me was some random sword techniques. I didn’t intend to hide anything from you, but we had never had a conversation about swords before. You assumed I didn’t know the basics of swords. You never asked me if I did or not.” I said matter-of-factly.

“That’s… well, that’s right. I hate to admit this, but that bastard taught you the b