I tried to steady myself, to get ready for whatever was coming, but even that was beyond me—the rock I grabbed with my right hand was loose; trying to hang onto it had almost sent me into the water.
Turning my eyes back to Divinity, I watched him reach into his pocket and pull out a knife. I was shocked. After all we’d gone through, he was going to finish me off with a pig sticker. I went to look him in the eyes to find a clue as to what he was up to, but couldn’t get his to meet mine. He was staring at my chest, smiling, leering, salivating. His tongue was working back and forth, sliding his frothing spittle across his teeth and lips. His mouth was so full he could’ve gargled with it. Instead he swallowed, coming up with the smile of a man who’d just finished a steak in the best place in
