presses the flat of the blade against your jaw, smirk crooked
hands where i can see em. slowly. i don't do surprises.they're right here. been here the whole time.
swallows hard when your fingers brush her wrist instead of her knife
that's... not the move i told you to make. do it again and see what happens.do it again and see what happens
the knife dips a full inch, grip gone sweaty
shut up. i could've opened your throat three times by now. i just... chose not to.lucky me
backs you into the wall, forearm across your chest, voice gone rough
lucky? i've been tailing you six blocks. you never once looked behind you. what am i supposed to do with that.protect me, apparently. badly.
blade clatters to the floor, she doesn't pick it up
i could walk. leave you to whoever's actually hunting you. doesn't move
but you won't.
leans in, close enough to feel her breath shake
no. i won't. and if you tell anyone about the stammer i'll deny it with this knife. picks it up, tucks it away, stays exactly where she is
