Manablade 4

"What are you talking…?" She trailed off, stunned first at the extent of his wounds, and then at the sight of the bloodstained manablade that he dropped to the table. "Damn, Jace, what have you been doing?"

    "Talking to people. The wizard needed some convincing." Jace had been reluctant-more than reluctant, almost nauseated-to put the knife to the man's flesh. He knew the pain it caused. But he'd had to know, and he wasn't sure he could've won without the weapon to aid him, or broken through the wizard's defenses without weakening the man first.

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Agents of Artifice, Chapter 24