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Let me pass," I snapped.
He gave me a strange look. "What was that?"
That caught me a bit off guard, too. That he noticed the brief emotion I had allowed to flinch over my face.
"Let me pass."
"Or what?"
"Or I'll stab you again."
"How much higher?"
For a moment, I actually considered doing it. Maybe this was the best opportunity I'd get, right now, when he was acting like it was all a big fucking joke. What a luxury that must be.
It was only the thought of that flash of black, then white—Asteris, I was sure of it—that stilled my hand.
Instead, I made a dramatic show of looking him up and down—lingering at his thigh and trailing up to the crotch of his leather pants, and said, "A little.
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