I turned away, and maybe I moved too fast for the head injury, or maybe it was something else, because the room swam in streamers of color. It's all right. Let me take it out of your arm. I shook my head and opened the door.
He'd never take enough damage to make up for what he'd done, not at least while he was alive. Someone who was a real policeperson had to give me something to legitimize my status. They'd tried and convicted a sorcerer, or would that be sorceress, of trafficking with the demonic. The moment I said it, I wished I hadn't.
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