![]() ![]() He placed it on the other side of the wooden block. I didn’t want to think about what its contents would be. “In five minutes, this will all be over, Weaver.” Cut bent to the side and collected a wicker basket. I’d seen things, understood things, and suffered things I never thought I would be able to endure. You can stop this.” My voice mimicked a beg but I’d vowed not to beg. Just a raised podium, framework cushioning a large tarnished blade, and a rope dangling to the side. ![]() ![]() Velvet and hand-stitched crewel on the walls glittered like the diamonds the Hawks smuggled-a direct contrast to the roughly sawn wood and crude craftsmanship of the guillotine dais. The ballroom splendour mocked me as I bowed unwillingly at the feet of my executioner. Cut’s voice physically hurt me as he forced me to my knees. ![]()
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