Never Submit to My Mate
I snapped, remembering the dagger still clutched in his large fist.
"Aah, your little toy." Holding the dagger up to the light, he turned it this way and that, his eyes narrowed in concentration. He hefted it, his arm going up and down, checking its weight. With a quick flick of his wrist, he pointed it toward me and sliced the air with it. "This is one of a kind. The speed, the weight, and balance. . .never really seen one like it. Made of the purest silver also." He darted a quick look at me. He strode quickly to the curtain, winding a dangling silk thread through his fingers. He took it close to the dagger. The silk thread cut into two pieces even before the blade of the dagger touched it
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