“Here’s your chance. Go ahead. Go for the throat.” I gulped. Was he really telling me to try to kill him? Was this another test? “Are you going to give me a shave or not?” he asked. I forced my eyes away from his neck as a flush crept into my face. “I’m not your valet. Do it yourself.” He dropped his chin, and our gazes clashed, his amused, mine annoyed. “We’ll start with small weapons. There are no swords on board that you’ll be able to wield, so we’ll start your training with that dagger.” “Whoa.” I lifted my free hand, palm out. “What do you mean, ‘we’?” “You asked to be armed in case of
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