Elena's POV
"You little b***h!"
"Take that knife off me if you want to live! This silver... damn it, it's burning me!"
I pressed the blade harder against his artery, the silver searing into his skin with a sickening hiss.
"Try me," I panted, my eyes wild. "Tell those three scumbags to back off! You better decide fast who dies first—me or you."
"Argh!"
Brooke was shaking from the pain. He flicked his eyes toward the three men behind him, signaling them to stay back.
"Elena, take it easy!" the tallest one said, holding up his hands.
"Let's be reasonable. Drop the knife, and we'll let you walk out of here."
"Bullshit!"
I barked, digging the blade in deeper.
"You think I'm an i***t? Let me out of here! Now! Or I'm taking this psycho to hell with me!"
The three of them traded looks.
