“What do you want from me?” she asked.
I know she’s Niah.
“Is this how you welcome your guests? With a knife on their back? Quite peculiar.”
I have proven that I’m not a righteous judge of character.
“I’m sorry to tell you I’m a better actor than you are. So, tell me. What do you want?” she said with agitation in her voice.
“I never know that Demis are violent without a reason… Put that thing down while I’m still being nice.”
I heard her sarcastic chuckle.
“Really? What are you going to do if I won’t?”
Blood dripped from my nape as she pierced it deeper. I closed my eyes and sighed.
“I don’t like disrespecting women, but you left me with no choice.”
I turned around and held her wrist. She dropped the knife when I dislocated her arm. She groaned as her mouth twisted and her nose
