-Amber-
I sat there, taking in the whole scene, unable to understand how we ended up here. It was supposed to be over!
“Time to say goodbye,” my uncle taunted.
“Wait!” I exclaimed.
My uncle groaned, looking annoyed. “What now?” he asked.
I needed to think fast, my eyes scanning the room. Then I remembered something. Slipping my hand into my dress, I pulled out the knife I’d hidden and pressed it against my throat once again.
My uncle’s eyes narrowed, then softened. “Haven’t we done this before, little niece?” he asked, sounding tired.
“Let her go,” I demanded.
“You know what? Do it.”
“I will!”
“Then go ahead, because I’m getting tired of this,” he retorted. “And I don’t believe you have the spine for it.”
“You want to bet on that?”
Meeting each other’s eyes, we challenged one a
