I looked down and immediately wished I hadn’t. Harron’s blade was buried in my stomach, the metal plunged deep. The captain’s brows drew together for the briefest second—the smallest flare of something he refused to give way to—and then his features smoothed out. “Ready, Saeris?” He closed both hands around the hilt of his sword. “This is the part where you scream.” And then he twisted…
Holy shit!
