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He’d granted his little brother’s wish Too bad Tore hadn’t stayed down

“He’ll be our next project,” Gri a nod “It’s tiift

Thechest Glistening lips

He’d screw her first

Then kill her

“It’s a pity I always loved my brother”

Malik didn’t speak Didn’t call him a liar Or a fool

And Gri He should have taken his head long ago

But when his brother had woken—just like me

Sentiment Attachment So yes, he had a soft spot for the man he’d known as his brother Tore had tried to save hiht before his father’s bitch of a neife had betrayed them all

Tore had come to him, worked to free hih tie

Blood eagle

He squeezed his eyes shut but the ony seared his flesh His hands reached behind his

But he’d never forget, never The snap of his ribs, the jerk backward—

Death had not coround

The silence hit him then Thick and complete His arms still behind hi, supple li like all those others Watching and laughing as he fell to the ground

No one had helped him then No one

“We’ll kill the Born bitch” Griht Screas out

Blood eagle No ain The vaain

She’d die He stepped forward The dancer lifted her chin and asked, “Killto live forever He reached for her and didn’t answer

Because he’d never wanted to be a liar

Or a killer

Such a pity he was both

Chapter 13

That day Siony Of a snow-covered battlefield that turned fro and shuddering, but he couldn’t ht his body Held too tight Twobraids surrounded their faces Thick helmets sat on top of their heads and some kind of cape or cloak billowed behind them