"Drop the knife, or I’ll open your throat."The steel of Ethan’s broadsword pressed against my windpipe. The edge was notched, caked with drying blood and white stone dust. He looked like a nightmare birthed from the smoke. His armor was dented, his left pauldron hanging by a single leather strap. He didn't recognize me. Not through the thick mask of Graves’ blood and the grime of the sewers."Ethan, it’s—"He shoved me back against the altar. My head hit the stone. Hard. The room spun. "The priest is dead. The boy is gone. You’re just another Southern rat in the walls.""Look at me." I grabbed the flat of his blade. My palms stung as the metal bit in. "Look at my eyes, you idiot."Ethan froze. His chest heaved, the plates of his cuirass grinding together. He leaned in, his face inches from mine. The smell of gunpowder and stale sweat rolled off him. He wiped a smear of blood from my forehead with a shaking thumb."Noah?""I killed him, Ethan." I didn't let go of the sword. I pulled i
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