"You can…" I thought some more, but this was the best I could come up with. Magical contract sounded like such a delightful idea—except, as always when the other side wasn't completely dominated, and the stakes were this serious, I wouldn't think God of Rogues would sign it. Hell, neither would I. "Give me the other knife as a proof of your good intentions."
The best I came up with. God of Rogues raised his brows. "Eating one wasn't enough for you? Do you like the taste of steel so much?"
"They didn't taste like steel. I know how steel tastes." I licked my lips. "So?"
Instead of a reply, God of Rogues threw the dagger at me. If he wanted to kill me, his aim was way off—the dagger would've only cut some hairs from my head if I didn't move. But I jumped and caught it with my teeth, shattering the blade into pieces with a single bite.
