Embarrassing Moment Part 3

"Get the HELL out of the captain’s tent before I do decide to break you!"

"You look to be in enough pain that you couldn’t break me if I were unarmed," Emmett said quietly. Victor swept his left leg out from under the light blanket, swept Emmett’s feet from underneath him and held a throwing knife at Emmett’s throat. The movement evoked a small scream of pain, but Victor kept the blade steady, stubbornly refusing to flinch. "I stand...um...lay corrected. You sleep with your weapons?"

"I trust precious few, Emmett, and you are not on that privileged list." Victor practically spat Emmett’s name, and might have if he had not been talking through clenched teeth.

"I only came to see how you are," Emmett replied trying not to move his lower jaw for fear that would cause the blade to slice deeper than he thought it already