Chapter 18
Dex couldn’t, the agony in his head forced him beyond speech. He shook all over, palsied, the tremors nearly knocking him from his feet; would have if the woman hadn’t been holding him upright by main force.
“Come on, then, come on.” She dragged Dex backward, her hand never letting go of his hair, the other holding the knife to his kidney. Dex let her, didn’t fight it, had no strength for fighting. Seth nodded once, his body shrinking back into its normal dimensions. Pale flesh showed through his tattered shirt and breeches. Seth stopped once, dropped to his knee and was noisily sick. Under the heaving, gagging sound, Dex thought he heard the faint scrape of metal against cobblestone.
“Puppy,” the woman said, her nose wrinkled in disgust. “Hands behind yer back, ‘andsome.” She bound his wrists together, then shoved him along, guiding him with ungentle nudges. Dex staggered forward, managing not to fall.
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