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We walked through the stone corridors of the dungeon, the air filled with the smell of rotten flesh and blood. The rogue was still hanging from the wall, the dagger still embedded in his shoulder. He was barely conscious, his head lolling to the side.
I gestured for Roric and Luciano to stay back. I wanted to do this alone.
I walked up to him, my footsteps echoing in the silence. I grabbed him by the hair, yanking his head back. His eyes fluttered open, a flicker of recognition in them.
"You," he croaked, a weak smile on his face. "Back for more? I guess they failed this time. Can’t say the same for next. She’s dead meat walking."
"She's stronger than you think," I said, my voice dangerously low. "She got away. She's safe. And now, you're going to tell me who sent you. Or I
