He took the dagger that I had offered him and looked it over, testing the blade with his fingertip and wrapping his hand around the handle. “You handed over this weapon so easily,” he said. “But I could use this against you, Cyra.” “You could try to use it against me,” I corrected him quietly. “But I don’t think you will.” “I think you might be lying to yourself about what I am.” He was right. Sometimes it was too easy to forget that he was a prisoner in my house, and that when I was with him, I was serving as a kind of warden. But if I let him escape right now, to try to get his brother home,
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