Zihnal must have a soft spot for me, because I’m the luckiest woman on the Continent— A shadow lunges behind me and I open my mouth to scream, but my air supply is cut off by an elbow around my neck as I’m yanked against a hard chest. “Scream and you die,” he whispers, and my stomach plummets as the elbow is replaced by the sharp bite of a dagger at my throat.
LOL JK.
2nd read: yes. Take me away xaddy 😬
