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was

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like

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jumped. I

tside a shop, their eyes locked on me. Rough

hed off his bik

or us?" he aske

I don't have an

He looked like their leader

rincess," he said, breath reeking of smoke. "

through. I don't want

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man said, stepping c

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ace instinctively,

l like you wearing the Montrel embl

ehind him

of toy for the empire

ept their jewellery this

eeks; shame, fear,

king about," I whispered, voi

nly serious. "No one wears that symbol

en closer, an

he men muttered darkly. "Bo

yes gleamed wi

his hand shot out and

, stumbling as he

," he

ther arm, fingers diggin

ed. Panic shot

go! I didn't

red me co

ley beside the shop, his grip tigh

of the men laughed. "

trel's mark is worth a lot. And the boss w

od ran

pull back. "I swear, I don't know any

ve

he cold brick wall. The noise of the street faded. My he

ed close, breat

idn't you? Why else woul

"Please don't hurt me. Plea

epped forward, reac

her. Boss wil

along the wall, panic ex

ed. "Shu

my mouth from the side, pi

d, terrified, kicking, twisting,

y were

going to kill you. Not if you're smart. But you ma

man grabbed both my wrists, lifting them

dn't b

ldn't

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acked throug

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thing

men spun aro

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men behind me

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creams. Footsteps s

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ly one r

ng her up against his chest. A knife

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reath wheezing in panic. She

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he cried. "Please-don

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woman; an action I will never t

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lently, sliding down t

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d. "Please... p

not in anger at

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t touching

ingertips and wiped the blood fr

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murmured. "No one w

final streak of b

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, her eyes glassy

lid my coat around her shoulde

her t

ecti

axed on my chest, still

it was focused entirely on anyone

home," I

ed her out