Before I could finish my sentence, there was a knife at my throat. A sharp bolt of adrenaline; a hollow pit in my stomach. The blade was warm from where it had been tucked into his pocket. I sighed a long-suffering sigh, letting my eyes flutter close. “For fuck’s sake, Arden.” My tone dripped with sardonic boredom, but my chest thumped wildly. No matter how many times I was murdered, it never got any less painful. And, in truth, I hadn’t suspected Rafael for a moment. Arden was getting better at this.
so the point is to kill the other first
and ig they fall in lovr? or already are and refuse to admit it
