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Chapter Sixteen ▏The Vow
The sheer shock of feeling the cold blade dig into my skin is enough to make me gasp, but it’s nothing compared to the pain that attacks my senses the moment it sinks into my arm.
As rough as I can, I push away Jossie, who stumbles back and watches me with a slight smile on her lips. I want nothing more than to kick her teeth in, but I have immediate problems. My brain is panicking. I clutch my bleeding arm, watching my thick, crimson blood seep through my fingers.
Oh, I’m going to pass out. I don’t want to look at my own blood but I can’t avert my gaze out of horror.
Why the hell is no one bothered that some crazy bitch stabbed me?
I turn to Alistair to yell at him, but he’s already pushing past Jossie to get to me. I thought he’ll just sweet-talk me into believing that all of this is normal, but to my surprise, he snatches the knife from her.
Then he runs the blade on his arm, the same exact spot as mine.
“Alistair,” I begin to say,
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