Theo wrenches the dagger from my grip and then turns it on me. Still gasping for air, I block his advance, crossing my forearm in front of his. But I’m not strong enough to fight him hand to hand for long. The sharp end of the dagger gets closer and closer to my chest. Theo grits his teeth, pushes forward. If he strikes, he’ll pierce through my heart and I’ll be dead. I don’t exactly know what I’m fighting for anymore, but I know I don’t want to die. There’s only one option. I have to control the outcome.
Where TF is Roc and Asha?
