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I snapped my shields closed and set PC down. He looked at me and then the door. Shaking my head, I nudged him and he grudgingly headed toward the bed, his nails clicking on the hardwood. Once he’d jumped onto the mattress, I headed for the door. Denneth grabbed my arm, his fingers feverishly hot against my own lower body temperature. “I’l take a look,” he said, stepping into my path. He didn’t give me time to protest before he walked out onto the porch. Nothing happened. He squatted beside the dagger, not touching it. Denneth wasn’t a sensitive, so if there were malicious spel s on the wasn’t a sensitive, so if there were malicious spel s on the dagger, he wouldn’t be able to tel , not until it was too late. I, on the other hand, could sense magic. I ignored his disapproval as I joine
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