Simon's head snapped up.Without the slightest hesitation, he pulled out a dagger."Lily, the knife you took for me back then went in three inches below your left ribs, right?"All these years, your old wound has ached in damp weather. Every time I touched the scar, it felt like a knife to my heart."Then he gripped the hilt with both hands, aimed the blade at his own left ribs, and drove it in.It sank deep into his flesh, and blood gushed out."And the bullet you took for me..."Lily, if it'll make you feel better, will you shoot me yourself?"The pain made his breathing ragged.Expressionless, I took a pistol from the guard captain and chambered a round with practiced ease.I fired twice.One shot went through his right wrist. The other shattered his right kneecap.Simon curled up on the ground, convulsing in pain.I tossed the gun back and stretched."Sorry. I lied."Simon, this doesn't begin to make up for the blood I shed and the injuries I suffered for you over those five years.
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