His anger stalled when his gaze landed on Carrion. “You, I don't know.” Carrion dipped into a low bow, but the gesture was not one of deference. It was designed to mock. “Carrion Sw—” Malcolm nodded to Harron, and the guard brought the hilt of his dagger crashing down onto the back of Carrion's head. The blow cut Carrion off and sent him crashing to his knees.
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