“What are you doing?” I asked, the irritation in my voice impossible to hide.
Yet the moment my eyes properly settled on her face, something inside my resolve began to crack in a way that made me uncomfortable with myself. I had faced warriors with blood on their blades and traitors with daggers hidden behind their backs, yet I had never encountered a woman who looked at danger the way she did. There was no fear in her eyes, no hesitation in the way she moved inside a room filled with my anger.
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