Damira said. “And the Russian woman offered two horses and two sheep to take him away to train—” “You sold my son? For four animals?” “No, we—” But that was all Damira got out before Aizhana pounced on her and slashed her throat with her wicked nails. Thick, hot red spurted everywhere. Aizhana grinned. Then she siphoned off the energy as Damira’s life left her body. “What have you done?” Tazagul said, trembling. She and the other women still kneeled on the ground, too paralyzed to flee. They gaped at their dead kinswoman. “Even if I was disgraced, my son was innocent, and you were supposed to
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