“You could have made her suffer—you went for a clean blow instead. Why?” “Because even with our enemies, there’s a line.” “Then you have your answer.” “I didn’t ask a question.” Manon snorted. “You’ve had that look in your eyes all night—if you’re becoming a monster like the rest of us. The next time you kill, remind yourself of that line.” “Where do you stand on that line, witchling?” She met his gaze, as if willing him to see a century of all that she’d done. “I am not mortal. I do not play by your rules. I have killed and hunted men for sport. Do not mistake me for a human woman,
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