She wrenched away from Yokosh and brought the blade to her throat. Then her entire body froze. Gordek replaced Yokosh in her mind. Briefly. Only long enough to allow Yokosh to pull the knife from her. He flung her into the chair she had earlier refused. Tayla wound something around each of her wrists, tying her arms to the chair.
“It is not to be that easy, little Khizaran,” Gordek said.
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