Ezra heard it too. He pushed himself up, breathing heavily, and gritted his teeth in annoyance. "What the hell is that…"
I seized the moment, rolled out from under him, and jumped off the bed. I grabbed the dagger from under my pillow and pointed it at him, my arm slightly shaking.
His pupils contracted. "You keep a f*****g knife under your pillow?"
"Yeah, to deal with assholes like you." I gritted.
Actually, it was to protect myself from my roommates. Living under the same roof with those girls just didn't feel safe.
I raised the knife again, threatening him. "Next time you get this close to me, I'll f*****g stab a hole in your chest. Got it?"
He snorted. "Just because you beat me in one game, you really think you're stronger than me now? I didn't know you were that stupid, Riley."
