DANE'S POV I stood over his bleeding body, the weight of what I had done pressing heavily on me. His blood, dark and thick, pooled around him on the cold stone floor. The iron scent filled the room, and I could feel it in my nostrils, sharp and bitter, like a reminder of the choice I had made.My hands shook slightly, but not from fear—no, not fear. My heart raced with something different. .I had seen him, the Northerner, his eyes wild, his expression twisted with fury as he charged at me. He had wanted my life. He had come for me, just like I had known he would. The knife in my hands had stopped him—just in time. The gash in his belly was enough to slow him, enough to take his strength away.And now here he was, crumpled at my feet.I knew it wouldn’t sit well with the North. This was their man—one of their own. The anger, the rage, it would be loud, I was sure of it. But I didn’t care. Let them say what they would. Let them call it an insult, an act of war, whatever they wanted
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