"So you don't mind if I cut here?" I sink the blade into my skin, not hard enough to cut, but flirting with the idea.
Suddenly, Killian stands up, his hands free of the rope.
What the hell?
"You!" I yell, pointing the knife at him. "You son of a b***h, when did you let go of the rope?"
"From the beginning, now give me that f*****g knife."
"Why the hell did you play along with me if you were free?!"
"You seemed amused and proud of your feat, I didn't want to disappoint you."
What?
And he still says he doesn't care about me?
Let's see.
The knife goes back to my neck and he shouts: “Are you crazy?!"
"Remember me!"
"It's not that easy!"
"Then accept that you care about me!"
But he's too proud, too stubborn, he's too comfortable in his indifferent personality, where nobody can hur
