but he pressed the dagger tighter to my throat in warning. He stared down at me, teeth bared and eyes blazing, then he faltered, a gasp slipping from his lips. His weight left me as he knelt up, my dagger falling from his hand to lay by his knees and he held a hand to his chest, then looked to me in utter confusion. I lunged for my dagger, grabbing it in my right hand and stabbing it at his chest with savage abandon, but he caught my wrist, crushing it in his grip. “What did you do to me?” he rasped. I tried to drive my weapon forward, my fingers tight around the hilt, frost sliding from my
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