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She could die now, for all she cared, but she wasn't about to lose her dignity. His treatment of her was infuriating, and the rage only got to her head more. As he cooed to her, she discreetly pulled the hidden dagger from her wrist and slammed it into his thigh, the blade digging deep into his muscle. “I guess we've both got a thing for bloody legs,” she said, through gritted teeth.</li>
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