He froze, his breathing shallowed, as I dug the k.nife a bit so his blood bubbled and trickled down his neck. A bit more pressure and I could make him bleed out.
Confusion turned to rage in his eyes.
“You have the advantage of a weapon,” he finally managed out, his voice even so as not to press my blade further.
My weapon wasn’t my only advantage.
I shrugged and retorted, “And you had the advantage of a girl t.ied up.”
He growled, but it only dug the k.nife deeper. He made a sound that was almost a whimper, and it fueled me.
“How the h.ell did you get here?” he demanded. “Who sent you as the prize?”
The fiery anger coursed through me. It flickered and lapped and shone through my eyes I had pinned to his “I sent myself,” I snarled.
His mouth contorted; I knew he was searching fo
