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Before I could respond she’d lunged past me, striking me with her shoulder. I staggered as her axe, a flung tomahawk, buried itself in the breastbone of the Kwanon. Then she had me by the throat with a gimlet poised an inch from my right eye.
‘One good reason why I shouldn’t kill you.’
Her voice had no trace of emotion in it.
The sounds of cries of alarm from the other bedrooms had ceased. I guessed why. This woman wasn’t alone, and whoever she was with had killed the rest of the Kwanon. It occurred to me Kabir’s housemates might have been victims of the c*****e that’d just taken place. Putting that troubling thought to the back of my mind, I stood tall but unthreatening and established the best eye contact I could with the woman, noting her eyes were grey with specks of green. Sati
