Rolfe's eyes narrowed to slits. "Why?" "You'll have to clarify that." He took a breath. "Why go to so much trouble for slaves?" "Because if we don't fight for them, who will?" She pulled a fountain pen from her pocket. "Sign the papers." Rolfe raised an eyebrow. "And how will you know that I'm holding true to my word?" She removed the dagger from his throat, using the blade to brush back a strand of his dark hair. "I have my sources. And if I hear that you're trading slaves, no matter where you go, no matter how far you run, I will hunt you down. That's twice now I've disabled you. The third time, you won't be so lucky. I swear that on my name. I'm almost seventeen, and I can already wallop you; imagine how good I'll be in a few years." She shook her head. "I don't think you'll want to try me now-and certainly not then." Rolfe stared at her for a few heartbeats. "If you ever set foot in my territory again, your life is forfeit." He paused, then muttered, "May the gods help Arobynn." He took the pen. "Any other requests?" She eased off him, but kept the dagger in her hand. "Why, yes," she said. "A ship would be nice." Rolfe only glared at her before he grabbed the documents.
( Sarah J. Maas )
[ The Assassin's Blade ]
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