‘Let it fall!’ ‘Brute!’ she spat, struggling, and he knew at once he had guessed aright. There’s always friction, conflict, unwilling concessions. I don't have a phone in my room. ‘As for your dagger—’ She held out her hand palm up, as if she expected him to give her the weapon. Go to her and tell her.
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