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After days alone, waiting, anxious for the next phase of his life to begin, he relaxed enough to sleep. It was at that moment, duty called.
The door unlocked with an audible click that sent his heart into overdrive. He hadn’t talked to anyone since this second imprisonment, since he’d taken the beatings and rough force the Soldiers included when they’d deposited him back in seclusion. They didn’t know it was part of the plan. They didn’t know he hadn’t really tried to kill her.
His knife had come so close to connecting. Had he thought she was fast enough to dodge it? Did he really believe it wouldn’t have been a killing blow if it had connected?
His head hurt, but there was no time for that. The back and forth, the arguing and justifying, the constant inner-monologuing about why he
