Chapter 20 Cooking Fit for an Ancestor

Nomon's POV

I drew one of the boning knives I'd just polished to a gleaming edge.

Raising it high, I brought it down in a vicious chop—straight toward Alaina's neck! A crisp snap, and her head would separate cleanly from her shoulders. That wild fantasy flickered through my mind.

In reality, all ...

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