Rewriting Fate With The Alpha I Hate
I clasped my hand gently over the hilt, then my feet met the floor, taking up my weight until I straightened.
Rolling the dagger between my fingers, I stepped closer, letting the silver catch the light before his eyes.
“Tell me…” I exhaled softly. “Where are the rest of your kin?”
“Rot in hell,” the rogue on the right said, intensely gritting his teeth.
“I will not ask again,”
“If we betray our brothers, we’ll face death. You will also do the same to us,” he said.
Squeezing against the hilt, I smirked. “Since you know how this is going to end, I’ll suggest you start talking. I might consider making things less painful.”