She stiffens, edging back along the wall like she’s going to make a run for it as I head in her direction. “What the fuck are you doing?” Her voice shakes. When I reach her, I stop and hold out the handle. “I told you if you wanted to kill me, I’d hand you the knife.” With a shaking hand, she takes it, staring down at the glinting blade. If she kills me, it will be a merciful death. Because I can’t imagine living another day without her. A life without my muse isn’t one worth living. “You’re my everything. If I don’t have you, I’m nothing. I said I’d give you anything you want. If you want my
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