Amari’s POV
“Dàmn,” his voice stung my ears. “That was close,” Tim cautiously pulled his neck away from my blade. But rather than placing my weapon away, I stared attentively at his jugular vein. It was then that a joyful whisper called in my ear. It begged for me to drive my blade through his jugular. It would not take long before his last breath faded along with him. I tried to shake the vivid image of his last breath escaping him. I still needed him alive for now.
“You know better than to sneak up on me,” I grunted under my breath as I pushed the negative thoughts away.
“You can put your weapon away,” he smirked.
“Now that you are here. You might be useful.” I wished nothing more than to wipe that devilish grin from his face, but I pulled myself back into reason. Without even ask
