Delicate, my ass. He’d probably think twice about plotting your murder if you threw a few daggers at his head. I unsheathe both daggers from my ribs and flick them in his direction in one smooth movement. They land right where I intended—one nearly nicking his ear and the other an inch beneath his balls. Fear widens his eyes. I shamelessly grin and wiggle my fingers in a wave. “Violet,” Dain hisses as Jack maneuvers around my blades, stepping away from the wall. “You’ll pay for that.” Jack points at me and stalks off, but the rise and fall of his shoulders is a little choppy. I watch his back
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