Elizabeth’s POV
In a low voice, Dominic replies, "You know, little she-wolf, one slice and your blood will spray from your throat like a fountain. Soon enough, you'll be lying dead in a pool of your own making."
"You're in The Healer's territory," I remind him, "and we don't solve issues with violence here. Kill me, and my friends won't let you off easy. Still fancy those medical supplies?"
"Is that a threat?" he snarls.
"I'm merely providing advisable insights that you shall respect our rules," I say evenly.
He scoffs and slips his dagger back into its sheath. Relief washes over me for a brief moment, but it’s short-lived. In the blink of an eye, Dominic sweeps my legs out from under me, and I crash to the ground with a startled yelp. He laughs heartily, pinning me beneath his weight
