The pain was sharp and biting. Worse than a tattoo, but not as bad as some of the things he'd been through. Kavinsky stared into the middle distance and let Shion carve away into his arm. He could tell the word that was coming up.
A fine tremor worked through his arm, the effort of keeping still and the adrenaline jangling through his veins.
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A fine tremor worked through his arm, the effort of keeping still and the adrenaline jangling through his veins.