As David stepped in, Liam suddenly snatched the knife from my hand and pulled me toward him, placing the blade right against my throat.
My breath caught, my heart pounded in my chest, while the knife I had just held was now pressed hard against my skin. The pressure was sharp and cold, enough to tell me how dangerous this situation truly was.
"One more step," Liam said in a low voice, almost a threat, "and I won’t hesitate to kill her."
I could feel the chill of the blade against my neck, my body trapped in his iron grip. The room fell silent. All I could hear was the thumping of my racing heartbeat, merging with my short, trembling breaths.
David froze in place, his eyes shifting between Liam and me. His gaze was calculating, as if weighing his next move.
“Liam, we already negotiated
