“You gonna stab me?” he asked. “Would it make you talk?” “I guess it depends on how you used it,” he said. I stared and then shoved the blade into its sheath before sliding it onto the table behind me. “You are a coward, Zahariev.” His jaw ticked and his eyes darkened. “If I were a coward, I would have walked away from you a long time ago.” “You think you’re brave for handling me?” “No one handles you, Lilith,” he said. “Good fucking luck to the man who tries.” My eyes burned, but I couldn’t tell if it was with rage or pain. Maybe it was both. “I don’t want another man to try,” I said. My face
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