"It's you?"

Roksolana let go of the dagger handle. Her mouth was wide open and her hands trembled. She had expected Jamal to dodge the sword. He could have dodged it easily, so why hadn't he? Seeing him in pain hurted her beyond words. She ran to his side and helped him up.

"You really stabbed me, Dawn?" Jamal asked her, as he sat down on the bed.

He knew it was her? No wonder she had felt like he was just toying with her earlier.

"Why didn't you dodge the attack?" Roksolana asked.

"Because… I wanted to… see if you would really… hurt me," Jamal said, stretching each word.

A single tear slid down her face and she swiped it away.

"You stupid man. How was I supposed to know that you won't dodge it?"

Jamal watched as Roksolana fawned over him, looking helpless and sorry. He decided to forgive her for attempting to kill him.

"Go away, Dawn." He told her.

"No," Roksolana said, holding his hands.