Dahlia
"Dahlia?" Hunter asked softly, stepping into the tent.
He towered over me from behind, casting a shadow. I didn't bother acknowledging him, didn't even spare him a glance. What was the point? I could end things here and now and save us both the trouble. There was no reason to live if all we did here was suffer. Why prolong the inevitable?
Hunter squatted down next to me, his hand resting on my forearm. "Give me the dagger," he said softly, extending his hand.
Why did he even care all of a sudden? Why at all, actually? He has despised me every step of the way. I would have thought he would be applauding me right now, begging me to do it. Save him the trouble of having to protect me. He could wallow in his misery by himself once again. I'm sure he would like that.
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