“I wasn’t speaking to you,” I snarled, letting go of the blade. “Dammit,” he muttered, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He toppled over like a pile of bricks, hitting the floor. The back of his head met the stone with a satisfyingly loud crack. Millicent choked on what sounded like a laugh. “You just stabbed my Revenant.” Isbeth sighed. “He’ll be fine, won’t he?”
