He caught her wrist and wrenched, hard. She yelped and tried to squirm free, but then he had the knife and it was right at her throat, and she stopped breathing.
She gazed into his eyes and saw - shadows. The kind that had ringed the edges of Chadstone’s world. Her blood ran cold.
But then the old man sat back on his haunches and considered the knife. “Nope. You don’t know how to use one of these. We’ll start without weapons first, I think. In the meantime, eat up.”
Dakshana stared at him, confused. Finally she asked, “What’s your name?”
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