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Morghana hissed as the tiny blade knicked her knuckle. She had removed twenty-four from Lelith's hair already, and had just about enough.
‟Done.”
‟Are you certain?” Lelith asked, dark fire dancing in her eyes.
Morghana inclined her head equivocally. In response, Lelith vaulted backwards, landing directly behind her. A naked blade gleamed at Morghana's throat, drawing a bead of blood as Lelith pressed the tip home.
‟A lesson,” Lelith whispered harshly into her ear, causing Morghana's back to arch in surrender to the mélange of fear, arousal, and respect only Lelith could demand of her. ‟There is always another blade.”