She laughed. ‘Civilian peace-keeping forces, you know. "You are my prisoner, Jack. She used his own gun against him, a method that was occasionally cleaner than slitting throats when she got it right. Uttering a terrible imprecation, Blueskin placed the knife between his teeth, and endeavoured to seize the poor woman by the throat. I miss them so. Their journey had made them indolent, the afternoon was warm, and it seemed impossible to breathe a sweeter air.
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