Disguised Dagger
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"Lacey jerked backward as the man prowled closer, one dagger raised threateningly in the air. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized that she was severely outmatched as he had two knives to her one.
"Give up now, boy, you don't stand a chance. Run along home to your Mother," He grinned maliciously and gestured with one of the knives for her to run out the door.
Lacey paused in confusion at being mistaken for a boy, but it quickly disappeared as she realized her hood was still up.
She momentarily wondered if revealing herself as the Duchess' daughter would give her a free pass, but she took one look at Gil's bloody face and knew if she left, he would be dead in minutes.
But besides that, as she stared into the man's hooded eyes she realized with a dark certainty that she'd already seen too much..."
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