S e l e n e
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I’ve thought about how I’d die. Dying at the hands of Malore was the first option. Dying at my own hands was the second. There was no other option. Death at the hands of a stranger, though? Never crossed my mind. Death at the hands of a loved one? Now, it has.
“What?” the waiter faltered, almost as puzzled as me.
In his moment of weakness, Killian lunged. The waiter didn’t stand a chance. He attempted to slit my throat, but Killian grabbed his wrist immediately. I didn’t even realize how much closer he grew. I was shoved to the ground as Killian got on top of the assaulter. He grabbed a hold of the knife and plunged.
I gasped and glanced away. I squeezed my eyes shut, trembling and covering my ears as the slicing began. I couldn’t imagine how much time had passed. Second
