Suddenly, I grabbed her wrist, yanking the knife from my side to place it on my neck, right over my pulse, and she let me, her eyes narrowing as she looked at where I held it in place. “If you’re going to threaten someone, at least make it believable. Down there you might pierce a vital organ, maybe an artery if you get lucky, but I doubt it. Chances are I’d get a nasty cut, there’d be a bit of bleeding, and I’d live to tell people what I did to get revenge. But here?”
