Vanessa couldn’t breathe. She blinked, not trusting her eyes. Fejo’s dark, penetrating stare landed on her. Two bloodstained knives were clenched in his fists. He flung one, angling his entire body and putting all of his weight behind the throw. The hand on her neck tightened moments before the blade sunk up to the hilt in the center of Capra’s forehead. The horned man’s grip on her nape squeezed, then fell away entirely as he crumpled to the ground. “Hello, lovely.”
