Morals of Cambion Murder
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"What did he do to you?" The dagger pressed harder.
"Nothing."
"Don't make me repeat myself. I can kill you easily, but all I will do is kill you slowly. Heath is a different tale. Something as pretty as you, he wouldn't let you die so easily."
Cynthia tried to stop her shiver, but Sian caught it. She knew he had, and he drew back the dagger harshly.
"So why do you care for the name?"
"I don't answer to you." But he had information. Any information about the unknown elf would give her a lead. All she knew was that he was from Tion. Maybe he knew Shawheath well. Maybe he knew who the almost-prince was.
"Interesting, you think you have a choice." A laugh echoed before she was pushed against the wall, a cold grey hand caressing her neck. "Talk." He said the word in Elven.
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