
Shadow attacked them with a blinding speed of dexterity, leaving all but one caught in his headlock. "What shall I do with him," he queried, seeming as if it might please Shadow to end the man's life on the spot.
Yet I have no desire to leave one dead nor even destitute for simple revenge. I took but one of the man's eyes from him. He screamed in remorse as Shadow held him fast.. as well as his own bile from rising. Yet it was necessary.
"Let him go, Shadow," I said quietly. My attention lay now on the man's eye as I held it up to the moonlight in the palm of my hand. It was my intention to see, if possible.. what sort of tangle my former bride may have gotten herself into. If any at all.
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