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Her free hand snaked down to her belt and she
flicked open the sheath that held her knife. But didn’t
pull it. Not yet. She would wait for the moment.
She wasn’t a nineteen-year-old kid anymore. She
wasn’t anything she’d been back then. She was a
Daughter of Aset. A member of the Asetian Guard.
Anyone’s match.
Even his.
“Truce.” His mouth was close to her ear when he
spoke, his tone low and smooth, offering no evidence
of the pain he must be feeling given the overexuberance of her hold on his balls. “I just want information.
Tell me about Frank Marin.”
Right. A Daughter of Aset offering info to a son of
Sutekh. That’d be anot.
When she didn’t respond, he made a sound that might
have been a laugh. Then he closed his hand around her
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wrist, pressing hard on the tendons at the front. She
fought it, her wrist going numb, her fingers uncoiling of
their own volition until she had no choice but to let go.
He quickly shifted to the side, getting his personal
gear beyond her reach. Feeling mighty pleased with
himself, no doubt.
Plan B, then.
With no more warning than a sharp exhale, she freed
her blade and plunged it into his thigh. To the hilt.
Blood spurted over her fingers, accompanied by a
smoother-than-warm-caramel swell of satisfaction
when he gave a pained grunt.
