Page 116 of Forsaken Secrets

Gripping the dagger by the blade, I pulled my elbow back and released, sending it end over end towards the man nearest me. He spun to avoid it, his silver pin glinting in the afternoon light, but it caught him in the left eye.

He fell lifelessly to the ground, and I suppressed the brief twinge of guilt in my chest. I'd killed enough people that it didn't make me sick anymore, but still …

Jaiel already faced the last man, lips twisted in a cruel smile. "I'll let you run, if you want."

The man just laughed and swung that wooden bat. "I won't be so easy to kill, Fae scum."

Jaiel's laughter was bitter. "So you say." Then he was next to the man, curved blade at his throat. I turned away as red seeped down the black cloak and the mage fell to the ground.

"You sure we shouldn't just go kill this Ellingsworth person? It doesn't seem like their people are quite up to snuff …"

I grimaced. "We can't just kill everyone, Jaiel. How would Dimiri explain something like that?"

"Fine, fine. We'll do it your way. But I won't hold back if those bastards come after me again."

"I wouldn't expect anything less."

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