Chapter 34: Love Punch
I couldn’t move, still as steel, feeling Miller’s breath on the back of my neck and his knife’s blade snug against my jugular. He could have murdered me in a second, but chose not to. The steel blade dug into my skin, but he didn’t pull it tightly to the right, dragging it over my throat, killing me. I felt as if I would piss myself inside the basement, glimpsing my unconscious lover in the cold cellar. My life flashed in front of my eyes: a quick farewell to Jax; my body being removed from the cold cellar by a skilled coroner; a small funeral comprised of close friends and relatives; the cremation of my body; sitting in a navy-blue urn on Gloria’s bookshelf next to a copy of a Patricia Cornwell hardback.
My life could end in a second.
It didn’t.
“Cut and thrust,
