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Rod shrugged.

«He spoke something about Nibelung. His voice was given as an echo in stone.»

«Did you listen under the door?»

«Yes, and now the ear is sick.»

«Nibelungi is a fairy tale of the ancient German peoples. Unless someone in the modern world took his gang nickname in their honor. But why do they need someone’s fingers?»

«And with your family it was also. They also cut their fingers before the fire. Someone says that they cut off the insides and cut in the form of a four-line clover. Is this true?»

«No,» Blaise shuddered from unpleasant memories. «Everything was much worse with my family.»

«But…»

«If you don’t want to go for their killers, do not ask,» she easily clicked a dagger with three sharp blades, which Damian has long taken of museum’s showcase, ignoring the alarm and an interrupting a whole patrol of the police.

Rod knew that firearms would not help him. Blaise makes a dagger faster than he can press the trigger, and its insides will be on the asphalt. She didn’t care what weapon to use for the destruction of humanity. Damian knew how to turn into fatal weapons even the most ordinary stick.