Selina’s POV
“SHUT UP!”
The blade pressed harder against my throat. I felt a sharp sting as it broke my skin, felt warm blood trickle down.
Then I heard a sound that made my heart clench.
Sobbing.
The person holding the knife to my throat was crying. Not just crying…breaking apart. The sobs were desperate, anguished, the kind that came from a pain too deep to contain.
My eyes had adjusted enough to see shapes in the darkness. The figure above me. The glint of the blade.
And tears. Tears falling onto my face.
Something in me shifted. The terror was still there, but underneath it was something else. Sadness. Understanding.
Whoever this was, they were hurting. Broken.
Slowly, carefully, I lifted my hand. I lifted it slowly. I wasn't trying to defend myself.
I just reached up to to
