Magnus
I saw her raise that blade and a part of me wanted her to do it -sever my head, end it all. But she dropped the knife. I had my claws around his throat. Just one push… But I stopped myself, returned to my human form, and knocked him unconscious.
“Is he dead?” she asked, her voice thready. The blade lay at her feet.
“Not yet.” I had a few questions for him. “Did he hurt you?” I got to my feet.
She shook her head. He would have killed her had I not intervened. I picked up the knife she had dropped. It was sharp enough to cut through metal. “Pretty impressive,” I said, weighing the weapon in my hand, examining the ivory handle. It was a beautiful instrument of death. “You could have beheaded me, you know.”
“I wanted to,” she murmured.
I placed the weapon on the mantle above the fireplace. It would make a nice keepsake. “I know,” I said.
Taking the sheet off her bed, I tore it into strips. With those, I bound the hunter’s hands and feet, removed his weapons. Found more knives hid
