VI

With another click of his fingers, Doojoon extinguished the flames; the daggers also disappeared and some of Hana’s wounds healed, leaving her scarred and red.

“You’re pathetic,” he said to her weeping form. “Get up. You have a job to do.”

Still sobbing, she got to her feet, swaying dangerously. “Kill me now,” she whispered.

In a flash he was behind her, grasping another silver dagger in his hands as he held it to . “Do you really want to die?”

“Yes.”

“Like hell you will. I’m not done with you yet,” he promised, baring his teeth in a wicked grin.