I pushed at her hand, forcing the blade away from my neck. Though not before she flicked her wrist, just enough to break the skin and draw a bead of blood. “Shit,” I hissed, pressing my fingertip to the nick. “Did you really just cut me? Shades, you’re a demon.” “Tell me what you did,” she snapped. “Nothing. I did nothing.” Her beautiful features contorted in rage. “Then why does Prince Zavier want you?” “How should I know?” I wiped the blood from my neck, glaring up at her as I smeared it on the underside of my sleeve. “Maybe he doesn’t like blondes.”
