Slightly taken aback that he could know that, she speaks quietly but harshly, "How did you..." she clears her throat, swallowing against the pressure he puts on her neck, "Your Queen didn't give me much choice."

"Your wound is small but on the side of your neck. It is on your left, opposite of your dominate hand. If another had tried to slit your throat, it would be here," he runs his finger across the front of her throat. Mora shivers, her heart reawakened, "because someone standing behind you would pull across, not away from the body. But a wound there means that it was self inflicted. It is deep,"...