“I don’t like to repeat myself, Lexie. But you were drunk, so I’ll make an exception just this once,” Callum says. “I will slit the throat of any man who thinks they can have you.” He means it, and even worse—he intends to carry out this threat while we’re standing here. “Don’t.” I choke on the word, the air leaving my lungs doesn’t seem to be returning as I try to suck in. “Please, don’t.” “You didn’t take me seriously the first time. I’m sure you won’t make that mistake again.” He drags the knife across Eric’s neck in an agonizingly slow, controlled movement. The skin slices easily under
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