“A beast like you wouldn’t understand honor, but I am a man of my word.” He digs his cold, dead fingers into my mouth, and I gag, tilting my head away. “I will take your tongue, as I promised.” “And I will take your hand for touching her,” Ethan says in a steely voice I hardly recognize. The undead assassin’s mouth gapes wide in a soundless scream as a golden axe slices through his shoulder in one powerful strike.
