KILLIAN’S POV
Hazel’s ashen and shock stricken face did not pull at my heart strings, instead it brought me some kind of joy. The silver knife I held, was placed on her throat, the blade a few inches away from her skin.
“I noticed something was off when I smelt the fruit juice you gave me. I could smell the poison in it. I never had plans to drink it, but I wanted to play along and see what you would do,” I said.
Hazel’s body began to shake and she remained tranquil.
“I waited for you, I waited to see if you would say something before I drank the juice, but when you just stood there looking at me, I decided to speak up, but you already yelled at me to stop.”
I put the knife closer to her throat. “I was willing to let you go after that you know, but a part of me had worries
