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- And that was all he needed. In two steps, he was on me his hand wrapping around my wrist, twisting until the blade clattered to the floor. He pinned me with one arm around my middle, the other gripping my chin and tilting my head back.
- “Dead,” he whispered, eyes locked on mine. “You’d be dead already.”
- My heart was hammering, but I refused to show fear.