Shivs felt something sharp... «Nevernight»
RamingoWS27 мая 2018Shivs felt something sharp and deathly cold dig into his britches. He glanced down to the stiletto poking his privates, the little fist clutching in tight. Mia had wrapped herself around his waist, pressing her mother`s dagger into the boy`s crotch, the crow on the pommel glaring at Shivs with two amber eyes. Her whisper was soft and deadly. "Whore, am I?" Now, if this were a storybook tale, gentlefriend, and Mia the hero within it, Shivs would`ve seen some shadow of the killer she`d become and backed away all a-tremble. But the truth is, the boy stood two feet taller than Mia, and outweighed her by eighty pounds. And looking down at the girl around his waist, he didn`t see the most feared assassin in all the Republic — just a sprat with no real idea how to hold a knife, her face so close to his elbow one good twitch would send her sprawwling. So Shivs twitched. And Mia wasn`t sent sprawling, so much as flying. She fell into the mud, clutching a broken nose, blinded by agonizing tears. The younger boy (ever after thought of as Fleas) picked up Dona Corvere`s fallen dagger, eyes wide.
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