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He stared at her, saying nothing. The reflection of
the dozen tiny bulbs of the chandelier danced in his
eyes as he studied her. She shivered.
He was still holding the knife out toward her, and
she reached for it, happy for the distraction.
“Can’t kill you anyway, can I?” she asked, taking it
from him. Their fingers brushed, skin to skin. She felt
the contact like a lightning bolt zinging along her limb.
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“No. Whatever carnage you inflict will heal. But if
you stab me, I do feel pain—”
“Glad to hear it.”
“—and given the choice, I’d rather not,” he finished.
“Like I care what you’d rather?”
“You made that abundantly clear when you ignored
the advice I gave you.” He sounded aggrieved, like
she’d somehow wounded him.
Lightning fast, he reached out and caught her wrist,
shoved her sleeve up and bared her forearm. Her mark
stared up at both of them. “I told you to run like hell,
and instead you ran straight to the Daughters of Aset.”
“Notstraightto them.” His fingers were hot against
her skin, his touch electric. She pulled her hand from
his grasp, knowing that she did so only because he let
her. “It took a little over a year for me to find them.”
“You didn’t.”
“Excuse me?”
“You didn’t find them. You could have searched
your entire life and never found them.Theyfound
