“Celestia—what are you doing?!” he barks, voice shaking now. “This isn’t a joke. Drop the knife. Give it to me. Now.” She steps back. “No.” Her hand presses the blade tighter to her skin. A thin line of red beads at her throat. “Make your decision,” she hisses. “Or I swear to the Goddess—” “Cel
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