“Do you hear yourself, Vainglory? You’re being paranoid. Pamphlets? Please. Don’t make me laugh.” She tries to give me a hard shove, but I snatch her wrist before she can even hit the mark. “Let me go,” she hisses. “Or what?” I taunt. With her free hand, she tries to go for the dagger on her left thigh but I slap her hand away. “You’ll try to threaten me with your little dagger?”
