FrostI lay there, my hands still bound behind my back. I reached out with my fingers and brushed them over Michelle’s hand to try and get her to drop the folding blade into my grasp.
“Try? N-n-nothing,” Michelle said, still on her knees behind me. “I didn’t even know it was Frost in here, Daddy. I was helping Mr. Wilde get some ice on his nose, and we both heard him kicking against the wall, so we came to investigate what the sound was, that’s all. I was just helping him because his arm was hurting him.”
“Is that right?” Daddy sneered. “You just back here out of the goodness of your little heart of gold, huh, girl?”
“Yeah, Daddy, it is,” Tanner said, stepping up. “It is.”
As Daddy shot him a withering look, I began to fumble with the knife, to switch it around in my hand so that I coul
