He pulled a dagger from his belt. Elm’s insides seized. “What are you doing?” “Conducting an experiment.” He didn’t even afford Ione the ability to speak. Hauth merely dipped his head toward her, a mocking bow, and said, “Let’s try this once more, betrothed.” He raised his dagger. And plunged it to the hilt into Ione’s chest.
omg hauth is such a prick. i hope the nightmare kills him good
