Marcus stiffened. The reopened wound in his side had soaked his shirt with blood. He looked at my cold expression but said nothing. I didn't look at him. My gaze stayed on Paige as I waited for her choice.
She shakily raised a bloodstained hand. Her fingers curled slightly, just an inch from the hilt. All she had to do was take it, and she could save herself. Instead, she snatched her hand back and gripped the carpet beneath her. Tears poured down her face, falling into the pool of blood.
"I can't." Her voice was weak, but she didn't waver. "I love him. I'm not as cold-hearted as you."
"Even though he wants to kill you?" I asked.
She nodded. "Yes."
I smiled. Her taste in men was terrible. Still, I had to hand it to her.
I offered the knife to Marcus instead. "Then how about you kill
