“Look, you’re one of the Brotherhood…
and you’ve shown a lot of spirit. I’ll do it quick, you don’t have to feel anything. Make me work at it, though… well I might lose my temper.”
My eyes went from hopeless to angry. I’d had enough. The whole time spent in this castle I’d been beaten and burnt and stabbed and thrown around like a piece of meat. Veneer would probably kill me, but he’d not walk away easy. From what the potion had done to me I knew he was still feeling those dagger wounds. It hadn’t totally healed me, just closed my wounds and made them hurt much less. That meant he was pretty hurt too, still, even if he wasn’t showing it.
I pulled my katars again and spun them in my hands.
“Fine. Have it your way,” I growled.
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