At least I have principles. You, Tokorellan, have none.” Linsora spat the name of Permac’s race like poison in her mouth. “You and your mutant race are more despicable—than anything I can think of at the moment. I should have killed you a long time ago.”
She relaxed the muscles in her arms—which he suspected was to lull him into loosening his grip. He wouldn’t fall for it.
“I know what you’re doing,” he said, tightening his grip even more. “I know you can use a knife, but don’t flatter yourself into thinking you could actually kill me.
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