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The dagger stayed with her.
Not in a drawer. Not hidden under her pillow.
It was strapped to her thigh.
Every day since the dinner incident, Leora wore it like second skin. A reminder that in this house, in this marriage, survival required more than clever words and borrowed power. It required readiness.
And Don Allerick?
He noticed.
"You've