“Am I allowed to speak now, or will you be stabbing me?” I bow my head closer to her, ignoring the sting of a blade at my throat. “I know how good you are at that.” She sighs through her nose. “You are welcome to speak so long as it’s to accept my offer.” “I hadn’t realized you were in any position to negotiate,” I say coolly. “You should be thankful I’m even bothering.” “And why is that?” I murmur, ripping the bandanna from my face. “Why not slit my throat?” I can hardly see her face, but I hear the suppressed rage in her voice. “Careful what you wish for.”
