I didn’t have my swords with me, but by how my nails were digging into my palms as I slipped from the arena, and stealthily entered the same alleyway from another angle, I knew I preferred it this way. Steel was too impersonal.

No, my bare hands would do just fine.

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phrim pressed me up against the wall and leaned in closer to breathe in my scent. I turned my face away, refusing to let him see the disgust or terror there.

But somehow, a far more potent fear enveloped me ...