Ivonne's povBefore I could even think it through, I moved.I had lunged at him, knife raised, aiming straight for his throat with everything I had.But—He had been faster.So much faster it had almost been humiliating.His hand had shot out, grabbing my wrist mid-air like I had been nothing more than an inconvenience, twisting just enough to throw me off balance.“Too slow,” he had murmured.The next second, I had been spun around, my back slamming into his chest, his arm locking around me like iron.The knife had been ripped from my hand.And then—Cold steel had pressed against my throat.My breath had stuttered.His breath had brushed against my ear.“Now,” he had said softly, almost amused, “this is getting reckless.”“Let me go!” I had snapped, struggling against him, but it had been useless, his grip unyielding, effortless, like I hadn’t even been trying.“You attacked me,” he had replied calmly. “You did this to yourself.”“Then kill me!” I had shouted, fury and desperation b
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