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He dropped the hand he’d been about to tear her
heart out with. Roxy felt the first spark of relief. Then
he lowered the hand from around her throat.
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Calliope stared at him, cold, disdainful. She still
held him in a choke hold, her knife still pressed into his
chest.
He didn’t look particularly concerned.
“I could kill you,” she whispered, every word dripping venom.
“No. But you could hurt me.” His mouth curved in
a dark smile, as though he promised to hurt her in return.
On a sharp inhalation, Calliope took her hand from
his throat, let her knife slide away, though she didn’t
pull the tip from his skin until she’d marked a line
from chest to hip. Blood welled, red and bright, and
Roxy had to consciously hold herself back from
leaping forward and tearing the knife from Calliope’s
hand.
She didn’t want him hurt. Not even a scratch.
Yet, four days ago, she’d been doing worse than
what Calliope was doing now, digging her blade into
his thigh deep enough to hit bone. She flinched at the
memory.
He’d been patient with her, even then.
Calliope shot a glance at Roxy. Her eyes were like
emeralds lit from behind, the fire of fury, the fire of
hate. “You brought a soul reaper here, to my home?”
It struck Roxy then, clear as a lake on the laziest day
of summer. For Calliope, this was personal. It wasn’t
