below the ribs, but he did not make that final upward thrust. The pain froze Calum in place, gasping.
'If I cannot have my heart's desire, neither can you.' The smile was a slow spreading of lips. It was the same smile he had worn while he suffocated Kelric. The smile that had haunted Calum's nightmares until he heard Harkon was dead. Calum collapsed to his knees, and Harkon knelt with him, holding the knife in place. 'Good-bye Calum Songmaster.' The blade plunged upward' giving a last twist. Harkon's mocking smile chased Calum down into the darkness.
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