Steeling my spine, I place the knife to his throat. His eyes pop open, but he doesn’t look scared. Hell, he doesn’t even look surprised. Almost like he sleeps with one eye open. Jesus. His throat bobs against the knife as he swallows, yet he’s completely calm. “I’m not your pawn anymore,” I inform him. “Your little blackmail bullshit is over.” A smirk curls his lips. “Okay.” He looks down at the knife. “Is that all? Because I’m tired.”
