"Why don't you do it? You can tear me open with that dagger."
Drops of blood flowed on the bed sheet. It was red in color and smelled fishy. Lavi's eyes did not go away from the clenched palms. From between the exposed skin, there were long, deliberately made scratches.
"It's easy for you to say. How could I stab you at a time like this?" Lavi took the injured hand, opened his fist and wrapped it around it with the cloth torn from his shirt.
He had not yet had time to tie it when Arsen pulled him roughly. "If it weren't at a time like this, would you have done it?"
Lavi's forehead creased deeply.
The lights were now flashing around the wall, reflecting the orange light in the blue eyes in front of him.
Now the room accustomed to clean air was filled with mixed scents. The table had b
