She dragged the knife up and over his chest, stopping at his throat. To her shock, he lifted his square chin, baring his neck to her. “Do it.” Anxiety pumped into her stomach, and she stared wildly at him, their faces a hairbreadth apart, him peering down at her. “You won’t, will you?” he asked, throat still bared, turning it just a little so the underside of his jaw became visible. The right side now. “Give me another one to match, Wild One.”
