before the bands of darkness hold a dagger to within inches of my chin. I gasp, then lock every muscle. “What the fuck, Xaden?” “Am I going to hurt you?” The carpet makes his bootsteps nearly silent as he crosses the room, giving me plenty of time to object or retreat, but I don’t. “I’m going to hurt you if you don’t get that away from me.” I keep my eyes on him. “Would I ever let this knife hurt you?” His boots touch the tips of mine, and he leans into my space. “Of course not.”
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