“Please don’t hurt him.” The Dagger blinked, then frowned. “What would be the point of saving him, only to hurt him?” She swallowed thickly. She didn’t know what kind of trick this was, but she refused to believe it was an act of kindness. Not from the Dagger who had killed her mother, then tried to kill her. She squeezed her necklace, silently begging for its protection, but it only offered a dim pulse of warmth. “Please,” she said again. Her heart was a drum pounding in her chest. She was going to be sick if he didn’t set Pip down. She was going to cry, her knees already threatening to
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