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set a wood shard in the door's handle. Instead he staggered away until his back struck a door on the passage's opposite side. Small startled whimpers answered from within that cell.Chane took a step, unable to hiss even one resentful word, and then Welstiel stumbled.He fell to his hands and knees and crawled to the passage's far end. His back arched as he vomited out blood, heaving violently. Finally, in a shadow of living habit, Welstiel drew a breath into his dead lungs and toppled.He tried to fall clear of his own mess, but there was too much blood. It spattered across him as he landed, convulsing in the pool spreading down the passage floor. Finally, he crawled into one far corner and propped himself up against the walls.Chane couldn't fathom what was happening. His mind was too clouded by the smell and sight of the red trails creeping down the passage, as if seeking him out."One… mine!" he rasped. "One should be mine!""Get out," Welstiel whispered and lifted a hand to hide his face. He recoiled at the crimson running down his bare arm."No," Chane answered. "No more drinking from your filthy little cup! I want one of them… now!"He bolted for the door across from where Welstiel had tossed the dead priest. Before Chane's fingers touched the handle, Welstiel was there, and his hand closed in a crushing grip on Chane's wrist."I said no," Welstiel growled.Chane lashed out for his throat.Welstiel's head twisted aside like a serpent weaving upon its coiled body. He heaved on Chane's arm, turning it back and behind, and pulled it taut with a crack."Already twice raised"-Welstiel hissed at him-"in your first year of death!"A fist struck the back of Chane's skull. His head snapped down, driving his chin against his chest. The