/-Maleek-/

An hour had passed, and I couldn't tear my eyes off the silver dagger lying on my desk. It was the same blade I gave Zara that first night-the night I dragged her to a tower full of dead bodies and ordered her to kill my brother.

She never used it.

I couldn't decide if that made her brave or just dumb. Probably a bit of both.

My fingers hovered close to the edge. I thought about a quick slice, just to draw a little blood.

Quit being such a drama queen, I muttered, pulling my hand ...