I pull the curved knife from a slot between my stiletto heel and the sole of my shoe. Jabbing the knife into the dark wood in front of me, I level a glare at De La Cruz. "No." One word and a gesture conveys my profound disagreement with his last statement. Not too many people in this room would go against me, considering all the information I've gathered over the years. But sometimes, someone gets bold if they think they’ll have support.
