He cupped the apple in his hand. Paring it into slices, he placed it on the table. He cleaned the knife on his trousers, turned and, quick as a striking serpent, buried the lethal tip in the back of her ex-lover’s hand where it rested on the table. Balian's shocked bellow of pain ripped through the common area, halting all conversation. He bolted to his feet and bellowed again as the movement pulled on his arm. He stared at his bloodied hand and then at Silhara, wild-eyed. “Bursin’s bollocks! You stupid bastard!” Silhara rose as well, grasped Balian’s wrist and yanked the knife out with
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