This six is from a new project. I’m giving it until the 10k mark to convince me I should finish writing it. 😉
His eyes narrowed with thinly veiled promise. Perfect.
I looped the thread behind his head, jerking down hard enough his chin caught my shoulder. While he was stunned, I twisted to his side, away from his sword, until I stood at his back and my makeshift garrote sliced his throat. My knee at his lower back gave me leverage. Using my weight, I pulled until he gurgled wetly and my thread flossed between his vertebrae.
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Hailey writes about questionable applications of otherwise perfectly good magic, the transformative power of love, the family you choose for yourself, and blowing stuff up. Not necessarily all at once. That could get messy.


