Awakened by her sudden inability to breathe, for several agonizing moments the woman struggledagainst her murderer. As if suddenly needing something to do, he nervously ran his wetpalms down the front of his bloody smock. Closing his eyes, he did his best to relax. “We can’t know for sure,” heanswered.
But if theycontinue to resist, kill them. The Darkling sat on horseback,glowering over them. “Xanthus’ unexpected gift to me could be nothing more than a cleverly designed trap,” Faeganmused. He smiled.
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