“Look at me!” I thrust Il’Sahaj’s blade in his face and used it to turn his cheek. The flesh of his face withered into decay where the metal touched it. I relished his squeal of pain. His fear pulsed through me like a hideous, intoxicating drug. “Don’t kill me,” he wept. Bastard. Bastard. There was no recognition in his eyes—nothing but that cowardly panic. He took everything from me. Killed my family members in their beds. Sold a child to a terrible fate. Me, and so many others. And he didn’t remember. {It is not enough,} Reshaye hissed. “Remember me,” I snarled. A command, not a question, as
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KILL HIS PATHETIC ASS
