FINALLY.
I've honestly been dying to get to this part of the story. My MC is getting throne in jail, she's going to witness the work of the arch-antagonist (as in, the main main main bad guy [I've got a lot of bad guys]), and then comes the long days of sailing.
Great, soon to be a block again. Yay.
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I give a relieved laugh as well. Then the world slows down. I feel a thick hand on my ankle, and then I’m falling backwards. Keidren calls something out, but I don’t hear him. I’m holding a knife away from my face as I’m pinned beneath thick arms. My ears are filled with cotton, and my body is beyond Nighthawk mode now, it’s survival.
Just as I raise my foot and kick his kneecap, the vicious steel bites into my face. Warm blood spills down my cheek and now I really can’t see. The world around me relaxes like melting wax and darkness fuzzes at my vision. It doesn’t last long before I pass out.
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§Emma
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