Blood spread in fine rivulets over his skin, staining his fingers with tiny hits of red. Funny, that didn't slow the frantic beat of my heart, or make me look him in the eyes. Sorry, I don't understand. Shouldn't your eyes go back to normal? he asked, and again I felt that tightness of fear in him.
I could not corroborate the knife, but I had enough witnesses to the threats that I didn't think I'd be going to jail. They went from pleasant to shrewd. I'll bet, I said. She smiled again.
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