A Sector Ranger. The words burned, a searing flame to her skin, and she couldn’t help but shoot a glance towards Kanan, suddenly afraid. Not of what he might do, but what she might do—of what might happen next. If this was true, she couldn’t…
No, she thought bitterly. This can’t be real.
“You’re lying,” she said to Demidov, and the knife in her hand tightened. “You were talking to someone. A woman.”
The man noticed the way she held her knife and trembled. “That woman was my wife. Please, you must understand, I had nothing to do with your brother’s murder other than having hired him. This isn’t my fault.”
She searched his eyes again for something, anything, that resembled deception. And again, she found nothing. Song had long been in the company of liars and cheats, swindlers and gamblers, and she could always spot one by just a few words, but Demidov was not one of them. This wasn’t a hoax or a trick. This was the cold, terrible truth she didn’t want to believe existed. This was reality.
Anger rushed through her, and unable to resist, desperate to unleash her rage, she hurled her knife toward Demidov’s head.
“No!” he screamed, then fell silent.
The edge barely missed him by an centimeter. It had dug itself into the wall, right above his ear, drawing a tiny trickle of blood. Demidov’s eyes bulged, mouth slightly agape. He looked like he’d just about wet his pants in terror.
“Keep it,” she spat. “As a reminder, and as a warning.”
The man’s breath stuttered, clearly in shock. She didn’t care. She would have loved to kill him, relished in at least a taste of revenge for his involvement in River’s death, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Not with his daughter under this roof, not with his wife.
But this Ranger, this Amita Ghafa? She would not be so merciful.
“Let’s go,” she said to Kanan, but didn’t even look at him as she did. Song couldn’t bear to. She wasn’t sure if she could look at any Ranger the same way ever again.
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No, she thought bitterly. This can’t be real.
“You’re lying,” she said to Demidov, and the knife in her hand tightened. “You were talking to someone. A woman.”
The man noticed the way she held her knife and trembled. “That woman was my wife. Please, you must understand, I had nothing to do with your brother’s murder other than having hired him. This isn’t my fault.”
She searched his eyes again for something, anything, that resembled deception. And again, she found nothing. Song had long been in the company of liars and cheats, swindlers and gamblers, and she could always spot one by just a few words, but Demidov was not one of them. This wasn’t a hoax or a trick. This was the cold, terrible truth she didn’t want to believe existed. This was reality.
Anger rushed through her, and unable to resist, desperate to unleash her rage, she hurled her knife toward Demidov’s head.
“No!” he screamed, then fell silent.
The edge barely missed him by an centimeter. It had dug itself into the wall, right above his ear, drawing a tiny trickle of blood. Demidov’s eyes bulged, mouth slightly agape. He looked like he’d just about wet his pants in terror.
“Keep it,” she spat. “As a reminder, and as a warning.”
The man’s breath stuttered, clearly in shock. She didn’t care. She would have loved to kill him, relished in at least a taste of revenge for his involvement in River’s death, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Not with his daughter under this roof, not with his wife.
But this Ranger, this Amita Ghafa? She would not be so merciful.
“Let’s go,” she said to Kanan, but didn’t even look at him as she did. Song couldn’t bear to. She wasn’t sure if she could look at any Ranger the same way ever again.
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