The cold night air stung Briella’s lungs as she struggled against Rissa’s grip. The blade dug into her throat, sharp enough that every shallow breath made her skin burn.
Then Dalton’s voice cut through the tension.
“Let her go now and we’ll spare you and your men.”
Rissa let out a sharp and ugly laughter. “Do you take me for a fool, Uhuhh?”
She pressed the knife harder, making Briella whimper. “Drop your weapons now! And move back with your hands where I can see them, or I slit her throat right here.” She warned again.
Dalton’s jaw tightened. “Do as she says,” he ordered his men.
One by one, their rifles and pistols lowered. Their boots scraped against asphalt as they backed away.
Then there was a gun shot, it shattered the silence. One of Rissa’s men fired a bullet tearing into Dal
