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she said, her other hand slipping toward her shawl. I saw it, the flash of metal. Small, curved. A blade. I moved before I could think, shoving her back with what little strength I had. Pain exploded in my ribs, white-hot and nauseating, but adrenaline burned through me. The stool clattered to the floor. The woman regained her balance fast–too fast—and lunged. Her weight crashed into me, pinning me against the mattress. The blade sliced down, grazing my shoulder instead of my throat as I twisted. Hot blood spread down my arm, but I barely felt it.

“I know, but then I wanted to spend time with Alonso, so I asked him to come with me. We were just in front of the packhouse. We were dueling with daggers, and it was going so well until...” “Until?” She swallowed, and the color began to fade from her face. Blade had come in with Lucius and waited for her to continue. “I got away from him, and I threw the dagger at him.” Then her shoulders shook as more tears poured from her eyes. “The next thing I knew, it was flying so fast, and I knew it would hit him. I had no plans of hitting him. He was so good at dodging the daggers before that. But it hit him. It hit him!”

She tried to find a way to take the knife from him, glancing around for an idea. “No!” she blurted abruptly, grabbing the blade just as he brought it down again after cutting his finger. This time, he might actually sever it. “God... damn it!” she exclaimed as he pulled the blade, which slid across her palm harshly, cutting deep. But she didn’t back down. She grabbed his hand tightly, despite the pain and not knowing how deep the cut was, and yanked the knife away from him while blood dripped from both her hand and his finger, staining the table and the floor.

“I can’t be here if he’s not. A life without him… it’s not a life at all.” Her hand shot out fast. Faster than I would have thought possible for someone so broken and she snatched the blade. “I’m coming, my love,” she breathed, and she lunged the knife towards her own chest. My heart stopped. “No!” I screamed, throwing my body over hers, my own instincts taking over. I grabbed her wrist, twisting the knife away from her. There was a brief struggle which I didn't see coming. Soon a searing pain sliced across my palm as the blade cut me, but I didn’t let go. I wrestled the knife from her grasp, sending it clattering across the floor, my blood splattering almost everywhere.

I was soon on my feet as she reached me with the blade held firmly in her left hand. "I know, you are enjoying this as much as I am." She said before grinning, revealing blood stained teeth. I felt bad knowing I had hurt her, but she was after my life! She was coming closer and I was watching her hand. The blade kept flashing in the moonlight and despite my wolf ability that enabled me to see clearly in the night, I was still grateful for the moon light. "You know, Contessa, I feel bad for you knowing you would rather die than return without fulfilling your mission which I'm sure you will not."

“I can do it on my own.” She glanced at the knife. Then at my wrist. Her eyes flicked back to my face. “It seems you can’t,” she said calmly. Before I could react, she reached out and took the knife from my hand. Her fingers wrapped around the handle easily. Something about the way she held it made my skin crawl. “I said I’m fine,” I repeated. She didn’t respond right away. Instead, she turned the knife slowly in her hand, examining the blade. The light from the kitchen caught on the metal. For a second, she just stared at it. Her lips curved slightly.

She walked over to the blade and it also went closer to her she stretched her hands at it and held its handle and as she was about to swiftly take it she fell. “What the heck!“ She yelled at the heavy blade she had no idea was so heavy. She tried taking it again but she failed, the blade chimes and goes to meet her. She pulled it from the mid air with all her might as she groaned loudly but the blade won't budge, instead it chimes and glow brightly in each touch.

She was in control again. She hesitated but kept her head down, looking at her left hand. I could sense her trembling and imagined her face, eyes wide open in terror, asking herself if she would go ahead with the order or defy it. I thought she would be foolish enough to defy and buy a one-way ticket directly to death. However, she still made the blade touch her hand and in a swift movement, she pushed the blade through her flesh willingly. She raised her hand after it, her lips full of blood and the blade still in her hand. To show I was cruel because everything was a show of might and power, I snatched the blade but she didn’t scream.

she hissed, clutching her broken hand to her chest, her face contorted in pain and surprise. Her other hand flashed, revealing a wicked-looking weapon strapped to her wrist three razor-sharp blades extending from a metal casing. She held her injured hand protectively, clearly intending to rely on the bladed weapon. I lunged forward, grabbing her arm as she swung, the blades tearing through the air inches from my face. I yanked her closer, my grip tightening on her elbow, and with another sharp, sickening twist, I broke her other arm and before she could even scream, I brought my hand up, grabbing the bladed weapon, and with a brutal efficiency that left no room for error, I plunged it deep

She didn't fail to surprise me; with a determined resolve, she stalked to where I threw the blade earlier, picked it up, and advanced towards me with her wobbly legs. I closed my eyes, feeling that bed dip due to her weight. Her scent mixed with mine filled my nostrils as she got closer. I had that urge to inhale her, but I resisted. She took a deep breath and raised the blade, aiming for my heart. Before the blade could make contact with my skin, I opened my eyes and gripped her hands tightly. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't let go of the blade. She held on to the blade this time, refusing to let go. Our hands hovered above my chest; one wrong move, blade will pierce my skin.