Chapter 95
aniel, give me your dagger,” Halle demanded softly. “Halle—” “Give it to me!” She pried her eyes away from the Northerner, the pain manifesting as hot rage. Daniel looked hopelessly to Baldair, who turned to the Emperor. The royal considered it only briefly, before nodding at the Golden Guard. Daniel flipped the weapon, carefully grabbing the blade to hold out the hilt to her. The metal of the hilt felt like her magic did the first time she’d opened her Channel. It was a rush of power. But this was darker, of a more twisted and primal nature. Halle limped forward toward the disabled man, her calf beginning to protest her weight. Her clothes were soaked in blood, her own and otherwise, and her shoulders were heavy with guilt. The Northerner squinted up at her with hatred and rage. For
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