The icy metal of the butter knife pressed against the skin of Lyra’s throat, and for the first time since she had dragged a bleeding giant into her sedan, she felt true, heart-stopping terror.
Renzo towered over her, his frozen blue eyes cutting through her like diamond drills. The ridiculous, tight white tank top did absolutely nothing to diminish his dark aura; right now, he radiated the pure, unadulterated menace of a apex predator who had just backed his prey into a corner. The silence in the kitchen was so heavy that she could hear the ticking of the clock on the wall and the low, rhythmic purring of Sir Paws-a-Lot, who was still casually sitting on the next chair, treating the entire standoff like an entertaining reality show.
Lyra swallowed hard, her throat bobbing against the fla
