![]() This man you torture has done nothing to hurt you. I am not a witch, I say casually.I am a good Samaritan. I have been trained by the Vatican guards, he says.You may submit to me now, or I will have your head. Fair head smiles and nods in appreciation. It shines in the last rays of the evening sun. Wiping off my knife on the sand, I stand and pull off my cap, letting my blond hair fall. Dante is muttering prayers to heaven and drooling all over his wretched face. Now there is only the fair-haired man left. ![]() She jumps toward me, her arms flailing, and I kill her as I killed her mate. Once again I sidestep the thrust of his sword, but this time I sink my blade deep into his heart and withdraw it before he can take it with him to the bloody ground. But he is no sooner back on his feet than his dull eyes flash with anger and he makes another try for me. I smash his face in the dirt and then release him. He appears more puzzled than worried.īene. But he misses, and another smooth swipe also fails to draw blood. He takes a swipe at me with his blade, trying to cut my left shoulder.
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