“I should have let you drown.” As I cough and try to catch my breath, Seth paces the marble floor, too close for comfort.
I’ll be ready to move this time.
But I’m not ready when he grabs my hair and pulls me to my feet. He’s a giant of a man and my head is well below his shoulders. He yanks my head back and presses a knife to my throat. I still try to claw at his face from this awkward position, and he growls before turning me around. He releases my hair, but his long arm snakes around my midsection, holding me tight against him. The tips of my toes barely touch the ground. My hands are still free though, so I push against his wrist and forearm of his knife-holding hand. His stonelike arm doesn’t budge.
“If I kill you, you’ll just be back to torment me later. But that could be centuries
