“What’s in it for me?” Then he slings an arm around my waist, tugging me toward him. Wrong move. My fingers wrap around the handle of my dagger, feeling the cold steel I’m about to— “Careful, she’ll press that blade to your throat. I would know.” I still, turning my head slightly to see Kai standing several feet away, hands casually tucked into his pockets. “Now let her go and open the door.” His voice is like the steel of my dagger, cold and sharp.
