“They took his sword hand. Cut it off right at the wrist. Even burned the wound so he wouldn’t bleed out. They thought that living like that was a fate worse than death. And do you know what he did?” Lila sat forward in the chair, and Kell looked at her. He couldn’t help it. “He found those men, and he used his sword to cut their throats. Every single one.” “How?” asked Kell, and Lila flashed him a wicked smile, and rose to her feet again. “Isn’t it obvious?” she said, walking past Kell, and the blade she’d left beside him. “He learned to use his other hand.”
