~Harper’s POV ~
The silver blade sat in the dirt between us. I didn't waste time looking at the reflection or thinking about how it looked. I grabbed the dagger. The cold metal felt cool in my palm. I stood up, spitting a glob of blood and dirt to the side. My ribs were screaming from the last three times Damon had slammed me into the ground, but I leveled the point of the knife at his chest.
"I’m going to make you regret this," I said. My voice was raw, like I’d swallowed sandpaper.
Damon didn't move. He didn't reach for a weapon of his own. He just stood there, looking unimpressed, his black shirt was tight over those massive shoulders. He looked at the knife, then back at my eyes.
"You talk too much, Harper," he said. His voice was a flat, cold rumble. "Do something or get out of th
