“his head toward her, a mocking bow, and said, “Let’s try this once more, betrothed.” He raised his dagger. And plunged it to the hilt into Ione’s chest. Air washed out of her, a long, ragged breath. Ione’s hand went slack in Elm’s, then she was falling out of his line of sight, out of his grasp. The world darkened at the edges. The scream welling in Elm ripped free.”
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Rachel Gillig,
Two Twisted Crowns