“I dare you,” the Captain smirked. “Shit,” Cassius muttered under his breath. Before the word had finished leaving his lips, Scarlett had pulled a dagger that was strapped to her thigh beneath her gown, cocked it, and hurled it right at the man’s stupid, smirking face. And he caught it. By the handle. He simply stepped to the side and caught it before it embedded itself in the wall, a breath from his ear.
