Chapter 65
Sparr ignored the question. "You know what I can do," he began. The previous day's fury had abated, replaced by an iron resolve. "Now, I want you to tell your masters, the ones holding your leash, tell them they don't need to send more assassins." He kept the blade pushed against her neck, just short of drawing blood. "Tell them, they don't need to track me, or hunt me. Tell them," he said, looming over her, "that I'm hunting them now." Sparr drew in a deep breath, both recovering from his exertions climbing the little mountain, and trying to find calm. Below, Santi was indistinct, the dust thrown into the air by its occupants softening all but the most prominent landmarks. The docks were visible, the beneficiaries of sea breezes which kept them from the worst of the haze, but the ships m
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