But still the knife tip rested under Hest’s chin, lifting him up onto his toes, and still his hand burned and throbbed and the blood dripped from his fingers. “Leave us!” Hest bellowed as the knife blade traced a line up his throat. The door handle stopped its jiggling dance. “No!” Hest shouted as the knife dabbed at the end of his nose, and then, as it went back to the hollow of his throat, “NO, Ched, no! You misunderstood me! Leave us! No disturbance. The Chalcedean was smiling, and the knife was back, weaving a pattern before Hest’s eyes. The man slapped him abruptly, an open-handed blow to his cheek. The sting of sliced skin and flow of warm blood followed a heartbeat later. Tell him now.” The knife flicked and Hest’s collar was suddenly loose. “Tell your slave that you are fine, that we must have quiet and he is to go away. Blood broke out on his lower lip, the injuries were so recent. The Chalcedean smiled, stretching his scars.
This time the drawn knife was at his throat.
“Sir? Are you all right?” Ched’s confused voice barely reached through the heavy doors.īefore Hest could draw breath, the Chalcedean was standing before him. Without spilling a drop, the man set the tray at his feet and then spun back to shut and bolt the door. “Save me!” he shouted as the Chalcedean whirled, his hands full with a tea tray.
“Sir?” Ched’s querulous tone infuriated Hest. This is an extremely confidential matter that your master and I are discussing.” I’ll take them, and please see we are not disturbed. The door began to swing open, but with a catlike spring the Chalcedean was there, stopping the door before it could open fully. Blood was pouring from his hand, dribbling off his fingers onto the expensive carpets in the study. Hest had a tight grip on his wrist, trying to throttle the searing pain that was shooting up into his arm.
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