“We’ll rest for a bit, then try to get you upstairs.” “No. Too far,” Darius said. “Take the dagger out. It’s making me weak. I should heal after that.” She swallowed. “You want me to pull it out?” “It’s the only way.” Brisa stood, then crossed over to the light switch and flipped it on. While she was at it, she opened drawers until she found the one that had clean tea towels in it. She snatched up a few and returned to Darius. She knelt, her gaze taking in the spots where the fur on his body was matted with blood. She swallowed past the large lump that formed in her throat. “If I pull out the dagger, you’re going to bleed, a lot.” “Do it. Won’t heal unless you do.” Darius’ voice sounded weaker. His eyes kept trying to close. Taking a deep breath for courage, Brisa gently wrapped her hand around the hilt of the dagger. She counted to three, then gave it a hard yank. It made a wet, sucking sound as it came free of Darius’ body. He growled. She dropped it to the floor and quickly wadded up a tea towel and pressed it to his side as blood seemed to gush from the wound.
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