"So what's the plan?" she asked.
Zero kept his expression carefully schooled as he stared down at her. The knife tip was still in her neck, and the lightly dribbling blood had stained the collar of the white blouse under her blazer with a visible patch. A single twitch, and she would...
"Because if you don't have one," she continued, "might I suggest that you back away and give me a little room to breathe?"
She phrased it with a coy lilt as if she were joking, even flirting, but he knew better than to test his luck against the savagery that hid beneath her casual exterior. There was no telling what lengths she would go to just to prove a point, it seemed. This wasn't just a bluff: if she accidentally moved the wrong way, if a sudden sound surprised her and her hand jerked even a millim
