I flip the knife smoothly to slice across the side of Eisha’s face, leaving a long cut that begins oozing black blood immediately. She rears back with a snarl, cupping the new injury that will definitely leave a haggard scar. “Don’t look at him again,” I warn her, letting my voice drop to deadly levels. “And if you make one more passing remark about any of my men, I will cut those horns off of your fucking head and strangle you with your own spine.”
